Women’s Festival

When I was thirty, at Sisterfire
O Allison         O the red melon
Does it taste good? It looks good.
I will never       I will never

O Allison        O the red melon
There was a sticker, a souvenir
I will never      I will never
I made my bed with a man

There was a sign, a souvenir:
Don’t die never knowing
I made my bed with a man
I swim with him naked at night

Don’t die never knowing
What name would you call me?
I watched your mouth. I swim with him.
Tiny frogs watch us, balladeers

Never knowing. I will never.
They’ve packed up the tents, left town.
I made my bed with a man
when I was twenty-nine.