the f-word (in context)

The boy stood behind the podium
& said fuck

he giggled as it flew past his lips
an unruly bird
escaping into listening air

such an artist
to toss that word

like a child jumping rope
skipping easily over raw power

Sitting in rows, almost like a classroom
his friends laugh to one another, he said f—

It must be a strong poem

strong words
by themselves
do not make strong poetry

He read that night
that word, as incomprehending as me
the first time I used that word
in a rhyming game with my sister

shouted down the hall after truck, duck, luck
I was 3

& my mother washed my mouth out with soap
10 years later
I figured out what word I said

now I know
how to use that word in context
how it should only be shouted
or whispered

as if praying to any god who will listen

murmured in rhythm with pleasure spreading
through nerve and bone/blood resonating
with orgasm

our bodies
collections of particles dissolving

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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10 Responses to the f-word (in context)

  1. wow! the voice of the child – in all its innocence; the knowledge of the newly initiated adult! Two world views meet and contrast in this poem!

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    only shouted or whispered. Very true. Loved this Susan. i cans till taste the soap in my mouth 🙂 gack!
    murmured in rhythm… boy you really had it going on with every movement in this poem woman!

  3. Green Speck says:

    I never knew the F-word can be so deeply rooted in our souls … you are brilliant …. you make poetry out of even the smallest things in life … I salute you 🙂

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