Kinsey Peterson

I Am Not A Woman

I am not a woman

I am the spray of the sea over a rocky shoreline

I am not a woman

I am the taste of ash on your tongue

I am not a woman

I am the brown of leaves after they fall

I am not a woman

I am sleepless nights spent crying

I am not a woman

I am shaking hands and painted nails

I am not a woman

I am the rust of old keys

I am not a woman

I am the scratching of a pencil in the silence

I am not a woman

I am the in-between of space and time

I am not a woman

I am not a woman