THE MISBEHAVING
To reject expectations surrounding feminine politeness, domestic perfection, and socially acceptable behaviour.
I crossed my legs wrong,
laughed at the sacred moment,
arrived late to obedience.
Lipstick wandered.
Manners slipped a heel.
My body lacks the need,
to ask permission.
They called it unbecoming.
I called it breathing.
Spilt the wine.
My shirt belongs,
to the crime scene.
There is a thrill,
in disappointing expectations,
that never loved you.
