To Weep or Not to Weep

To Weep or Not to Weep

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Femystique ®

By: Moira Egan

Our eyes lock in confession. Can it be
the truth? We former horn-dogs, floozies, tramps;
[much] (dated:) scarlet women, tarts, hussies,
old-school sluts, harlots, trollops — we strumpets,
can't seem to get it up. What's happened here?

O fucking menopause. O for a muse
of estrogen. You've left us stranded, dear,
upon the shore of oistros-lessness. Who
would have guessed? Oistros as in gadfly
(its roots, to goad or spike, ah yes) and frenzy
(O.F.: frenesie: from the Greek, phren, mind).
O for a muse of silm, of slick and plenty.

I like the sleek pink tube and Sixties font,
its promise to swap (noun) want for (verb) want.

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Moira Egan is the author of Hot Flash Sonnets (Passager Books, Baltimore, 2013). Her previous poetry collections are Cleave (WWPH, 2004); La Seta della Cravatta/The Silk of the Tie (Edizioni l’Obliquo, 2008); Bar Napkin Sonnets (The Ledge, 2009); and Spin (Entasis Press, 2010, for whom she also co-edited Hot Sonnets, 2010).

Read more Hot Flash sonnets and her wonderful guest post on Friend for the Ride: Encouraging Words for the Menopause and Midlife Roller Coaster.

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