The Paper Feminist

He gives you nothing but a good fuck

Read that carefully:

He – gives - you - nothing

That you said you wanted

But folds you up,

Contorts you like origami –

Once you were a bird, but one fold more makes you a

Hollow box

Where he will keep
All his things
As inside you curl, fetal
And you'll take your share
So you don't care - You will 
keep a spreadsheet
take what’s owed.

Won’t you?

Limbs locked tight,
Do you ever think
of how you’d fill yourself?

Do you still recall

where you wanted to fly, little bird - 

A feminist?

Or, do you assert 
that this was your choice,

Independent women invest -

You’re invested!

With eyes wide open while the hand

closes around you

Tonight you’ll feel him smudging your lines,

Folding you into smaller pieces

A bird unfolded and remade into a box,               

Doubled over to make a lid