The Slant
Ani DiFranco 1990
Like I Said 1993
Living In Clip 1997
Render 2002

A building settling around me. 
My figure female, 
framed crookedly in the threshold of the room. 
Door scraping floorboards with every opening,
carving a rough history of bedroom scenes.
The plot hard to follow
The text obscured
in the fields of sheets slowly gathering the stains
of seasons spent lying there
red and brown like leaves fallen the colors of an eternal cycle.
Fading with the wash cycle and the rinse cycle.
Again an unfamiliar smell
like my name misspelled or misspoken
A cycle broken
The sound of them strong
Stalking, talking about their prey like the way hammer meets nail
Pounding, 
they say pounding out the rhythms of attraction
like a woman was a drum
Like a body was a weapon
Like there was something more they wanted than the journey
Like it was owed to them
Steel toed they walk
And I'm wondering why this fear of men
Maybe it's because I'm hungry
and like a baby I'm dependent on them to feed me
I am a work in progress,
dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate patterns of questions
rhythms that never come clean
and strengths that you still haven't seen.
Ani DiFranco