To the Woman Crying Uncontrollably in the Next Stall

If you ever woke in your dress at 4am ever 

closed your legs to someone you loved opened 

them for someone you didn't moved against 

a pillow in the dark stood miserably on a beach 

seaweed clinging to your ankles paid 

good money for a bad haircut backed away 

from a mirror that wanted to kill you bled 

into the back seat for lack of a tampon 

if you swam across a river under rain sang 

using a dildo for a microphone stayed up 

to watch the moon eat the sun entire 

ripped out the stitches in your heart 

because why not if you think nothing & 

no one can / listen I love you joy is coming

-Kim Addonizio, ‘Now We’re Getting Somewhere’ 2021 W. W. Norton