“Excuse me darling,
but they don’t allow pretty ladies
into the library.
It’s far too distracting.”
“Did it ever occur to you
that there are places
where women aren’t allowed
an education, or freedom
for precisely that reason?
Or, at least, did it ever occur to you
that I happen to have mace in my pocket?
Because I do. Do you want to see it?”
Oh, how I would love
to pull a Thoreau, or a Dickinson
and stop talking to anyone
or never leave my house again
except for the garden.
But you will not see me, at least,
at the library alone again.
In a sad way, I guess that’s progress.