opinions,

where should I shove you?

is out there spacious enough,

or do you prefer the comfort of my mind?

it's exhausting pretending you don't exist.

(I know -- modern misogyny must have gaslit me

into thinking I'm voiceless. But hey.)

opinions --

my unpopular children with sore throats --

where should I put you?

would my poems be a good enough home?