Elegy for Feminism Past

I ain't Mrs Cleaver
making perfect pot roast by dinner time
vacuuming the shag in pearls

Nor am I a bra burner
removing my attachment
for support in a funereal pyre

Nor am I Wonder Woman
looking glamourous as I revel in the bondage of men
with my lasso of truth

I am a modern woman
seeking a modern man

One who will hold doors open
One who will not complain that I make as much as he
One who will rejoice that
we are no longer under the thumb
of our fathers'
or
of our mothers'
strange, revealing legacy