They can put a girl on the moon right now, I suppose. The details wouldn’t be hard to crack. Dangers here. Perils there. It’ll go how it goes. Earth faces venoms, disease, foes, and woes. Free of that jeopardy, she won’t rocket back. If you put the right girl on the moon, I suppose. Some might worry alone she’ll face lunar lows. Does a girl who lacks parties turn blue in the pitch black? Dangers here. Perils there. It’ll go how it goes. Like Buzz, Neil, and other above-average Joes, She’ll travel in space boats and wield a screw jack, If we put our best girl on the moon, I suppose. We’ll blast her above every bloom of dog rose. Let her farewell our bright spots along with our wrack. Dangers here. Perils there, Who will own how this goes? Prepared for the darkness and cut off from schmoes- Whole girl, half-hazard. On a zodiac track, We’ll put that girl right on the moon, I suppose. Endangered. Imperiled, And watch how it goes.
Poem recommended by:
Alma
Library Staff
Why I chose this poem:
I want to submit this poem by Kristen Tracy because it struck me and stayed with me from the first moment I read it. It has such vivid imagery and is lyrical like prose. It manages to explore the insecurity people feel toward women and also the insecurity women have within themselves. You don't quite realize why it hits you so hard, so it deserves a little moment of silence at the end for you to absorb it.
Find this poem in:
