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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