Genora Johnson Dollinger
Under the category of weapons, can anyone imagine
cuntface, cuntface, a hundred-woman strike brigade
walking past a line of Pinkertons, rifles & cops to the auto
factory floor? In 1936 or 2012 that’s Captain Cuntface to
you, you have to wear it, like a body, stitched into the
mirror itself: they won’t shoot you in the back. As in the
history of wardrobe, doing is being, not to mention those
hairstyles. Wooden clubs for hands, car-seat leather into
wristbands. And we can, under the category of weapons,
unscrew a stitch for the new world. They grab the jacket’s
back just slip right through.
Mary Harris “Mother” Jones
What to do when yellow
fever, husband, child, child
child, child? She may have lived
100,000 years, a marriage
of action verbs & explosives—
the more I think the more rad
I get—mops & brooms used to
barricade the mine entrances
nobody wants a lady
to march one hundred child workers
from Philly’s textile mills to the
President’s house on Long Island
so she must become the most
dangerous America itself