Thursday, March 9, 2017

the men around me celebrate women's day

One's deep in his head with football
another gives me a flower, too red

one with a fierce eye and a long obsession with calves
another with a flame for a tongue licking fire widespread

one with a divorce at the end of his aisle
another with a woman for his shadow, standing

one woman buried under his beard
another a shake released in the hips twice

one with a battered wife
another with one long dead

one with an arm the length of a high-rise
another with a lame leg

one with words takes me,
another brings me bread

the men around me celebrate
what it is like to be woman
hefty, but not dead.

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