by Anne Whitehouse
I remember the bad behavior
of the male professors
in my graduate writing program,
how they preyed on young women,
who were predisposed
to hope their teachers
valued their talents
and would help their careers.
Writing is seduction.
Words have a physical body
that comes to life
when wielded by poets.
When intentions are dishonest,
words become weapons,
and everything gets confused,
emotions running
like rainwater in rivulets
trying to find a course
or make one.
