Womanizer’s Soliloquy / Karina Kitt

I put my hands upon a girl
And she was shaped, like clay.
I put my hands upon another—
Sculpted her the same.

This one, she loves the books I love;
This one repeats my words;
The both alike sing out my mind
As it were hers, or hers.

Where she is touched, she’s cut away,
To better fit my hand—
So woman’s empty after all;
Man ever kisses man.

Karina Kitt is a recent Russian immigrant to Detroit. She is published in many Russian
publications, such as 45-я ПАРАЛЛЕЛЬ, and Топос, but this is her first published
English poem.