My dentist tells me
I need to guard my own mouth
from my own teeth.
They war with each other
while I sleep.
And I wonder what else my
limbs and tendons,
guts and intestines,
red cells and white cells
plot behind my back.
And I wonder, too, about Men
on buses,
and park benches,
in court houses,
and white houses.
What other forces plan
domination
over my body?
While I sit.
While I sleep.
Mirah Harim worked on a ranch in Colorado, taught creative writing in Hong Kong, and is now a lawyer in San Francisco. She is currently working on a novel and learning to drive in the city.