Tear the stripes from the flag
loop them from the rafters like streamers.
Dance all night in Sappho’s taffeta.
Stomp the barn floor with boots
you ripped the straps off yourself.
Be a moon. Get drunk
on your own shine. Never ever work
to glow. Take it from the sun.
Be a sun-tongued, honey-lip girl,
string fangs around your neck like pearls.
Sit down, rest when you’re tired.
Stand up, when they try to hand you
a cleaver by the blade, tell you it's a butter knife,
tell you there's justice and other lies.
Let your lips loose in the forest to run.
Peel the nylons from your thighs.
Steal every pleasure and give it all
to a woman until her eyes roll
so far back she sees tomorrow.
The only work you need to do
is the work of getting free.