in defense of the woman who said fuck thank you at the friends & family meeting at rehab
to she who doesn’t need me
to defend her legacy--
bright-bratty refusal to cotton
to easy kindnesses proffered
small industrial cookies
crumbling under their dry conditions
the beautiful poet says I’m excited it’s not over
indicating there might be time yet to recover
what’s been lost i don’t know
what was pried & taken from her fists
the french philosopher says there is no generosity
the giver, even, can’t know
gratitude when it spits in their face
Irene Cooper’s writings appear in The Feminist Wire, phoebe, Denver Quarterly, The Rumpus, Witness, and elsewhere. She wrote Found, crime noir set in Colorado, Committal, poet-friendly speculative spyfy about family, and spare change, finalist for the Stafford/Hall award. Irene teaches in community and supports AIC-directed creative writing at a regional prison in Oregon.
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