Sharon Olds - May 1968

Sharon Olds - May 1968

When the Dean said we could not cross campus br until the students gave up the buildings, br we lay down, in the street, br we said the cops will enter this gate br over us. Lying back on the cobbles, br I saw the buildings of New York City br from dirt level, they soared up br and stopped, chopped off--above them, the sky, br the night air over the island. br The mounted police moved, near us, br while we sang, and then I began to count, br 12, 13, 14, 15, br I counted again, 15, 16, one br month since the day on that deserted beach, br 17, 18, my mouth fell open, br my hair on the street, br if my period did not come tonight br I was pregnant. I could see the sole of a cop's br shoe, the gelding's belly, its genitals-- br if they took me to Women's Detention and did br the exam on me, the speculum, br the fingers--I gazed into the horse's tail br like a comet-train. All week, I had br thought about getting arrested, half-longed br to give myself away. On the tar-- br one brain in my head, another, br in the making, near the base of my tail-- br I looked at the steel arc of the horse's br shoe, the curve of its belly, the cop's br nightstick, the buildings streaming up br away from the earth.


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