The She in Me

Dec 2, 2025 | 2026 Winter - Allies and Accomplices, Poetry

By Kaylee Baucom

I’m a pony-tailed girl in church
Watching you talk under the cross
Dressed in white with no sin
I’m a little lamb sleeping on green moss

I’m a lipstick tube
In the brightest red you’ve ever seen
Paint my kisses all over the town
I’m the slut you sweat on in daydreams

I’m a spiritual eye
Connecting deeply with your soul
Yoga, mantras, prayers, and chants
I’m holding truth you want to know

I’m a freak, I’m a John, Jane, a client, I pay to be
In hidden warehouse bars
Naked people all over me
I’m the nymph you hate to see love so freely

I’m a warm bowl of soup
A comforting ladle of satisfying stew
A warm breast of healing milk
I’m mommy to the hurt inside of you

I’m a mirror for you
Anything you want to see
I’m every woman in one
Everything you want to be
Now look inside of you
Then at the outside of me
Which who will you be
When you see
The she in me

Kaylee Baucom lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, in the U.S. and is a Professor of English at The College of Southern Nevada.

 

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