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i feel heavy
   and old.
i feel
right
aligned.

young ones
make me
laugh
and smile
with their
antics
their
innocence
their curiosity

but i quickly
grow grim
because i know
someday
they will be
like me.

right aligned.
attuned to the desperate
march of the masses
full of hope
and then
withered to
dust

try to be independent
girls
get your education
girls
and your loans
girls
get married
girls
get divorced
girls
get a job
girls
get laid off
girls
lose your health insurance
girls
try to hold your head high
girls
try not to cry
girls
don't run out of gas
girls
learn to put air in your tires
girls
get used to silence
girls
get used to disappointment
girls
learn to command your voice
girls

don't look back
girls.
there are men,
and then
there are men
honest in their
humility
undeniably selfless
bright with
intelligence
unaware of their
magnetism
their strength
their
rarity
they walk around
oblivious
of their mind numbing
effects on
the opposite ***
the weakened knees
the quickened breath
men
we see you
i hope you enjoyed
my dead
fish eyes
and flaring
nostrils, sir

don't take it
personally
i mean
you caught me!
fair (eh, hem)
and square

i'm sorry, what was that?
did i see you hiding behind the semi?
why, no sir, i did not
did i see the semi?
yes, sir, i saw the semi...
    and might i add, that if i
had
    seen you...you would not, in fact, have
    been doing a very good job hiding?


thank god someone
is making sure
i am perfect in
my vigilance
i mean, christ
i deserve to be punished

and i take my
punishment like a man
no trickery
no cleavage or
crying
just grim acceptance

the state, nay,
the country does not have
its hands in my pockets
deep enough
and as we all know
i am such a
thoughtless fool
and do not understand
the ways of the
road that
i must pay
for it
because we all
know that money
teaches
and knowledge is
the problem

to prove that
i am made
of different stuff
i rolled home
on
bald tires
an empty
fuel tank
and pure spite
because i am
nothing if
not rational.
These crooked focals
guide my way.
It's something green
and quite obscene.
A cluster of
aberrations and light.
No dead spiders;
just clean slates.
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