Anita's Hill

i’ve consulted the Heards, the Lively birds
whose prayers to san benito fell short,
sown ancient pains, listened for the rumored retort.
i’ve searched the gardens of Roses, dove for pennies through
fountains of fear, felt the fist clenching, the truth drenching.
she who frowned upon the Spears, leapt from the Wood and sung
at the sight of hanging Farrow, so innocent and young,
such bright and promising snouts, such risqué whereabouts
choking up into Carrolls–our Love screams in relief.
soaked in each bellowing bite of apple, our howls so strange
signaled to Cassieopia for the meteor’s tumble down, from Virginia beach
to the fields of Asia. their Shields came charging, nerves calcified
in the ever-standing, in her fifteen minutes of insane daring.
collecting remnants of the cord, Mama revved up the Ford.
our Juddering getaway cars went telling on the mountain
chugging along the verity of Cassandra’s kill, her wild will
which left her to die on Anita’s Hill.


dedications (in order of appearance)

Amber Heard
Blake Lively
Rose McGowan
Britney Spears
Evan Rachel Wood
Dylan Farrow
E. Jean Carroll
Courtney Love
Cassie Ventura
Virginia Giuffre
Asia Argento
Brooke Shields
Mama
Christine Blasey Ford
Ashley Judd
Cassandra
Anita Hill