The Space Which Was Not a Mistake

I am the space

which was not

a mistake.

That extra space.

The one the old men

said was not

grammatically

correct.

The one

the old women said

should quiet down

be modest …

except

when it was time

to “catch a man.”

I catch no one.

I hunt no one.

I don’t want to be prey.

I don’t want to be

anyone

other than

my own

irreverent

grammatically wrong

ignorant of hunting

blank

space.