an Albatross

An albatross of want does dip
in the air over a corsair, the prow
unbeknownst to the water it cleaves
and that does dip and recalls
the ballisticness of recollection.

Everything at sea is two lines
inexorably drawing together. And
the albatross thinks how things
look better being thinner and dips
out of all cognizance and of this,
beneath waves, beneath sea, even.

Mutual Assurance

I will always be terrifying, through
no incaution indeed often through
inaction. Why is a woman walking home?
How have we both decided that liberation
can only come from a reversal of what
the opposite sex takes for granted about us?
or indeed from the liberties that our own
sex feels able to take of ourselves?