She leaps into the alien heart <br />of the passerby, the drunk, <br />the girl who spouts Freudian talk <br />over Szechuan food. <br /> <br />She is part herself, <br />part everyone. <br />'Thank you for writing the story of my life,' <br />her mash notes read. <br />& 'Can you tell me how to leave my husband?' <br />& 'Can you tell me how to find a husband?' <br />& 'Can you tell me how to write, <br />or how to feel, <br />or how to save my life?' <br /> <br />She knows nothing <br />but how to leap. <br />She has no answers for herself <br />or anyone. <br /> <br />One foot after another, <br />she flies through the air. . . . <br /> <br />She leaps over cracks <br />& breaks <br />her father's back.<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-leaps/
