the boys will always win because they have fists
and if we cry too hard, too much
they can shove them in our mouths
spit in our hair
trample our dreams
destroy things without consequence
fear a great fuel, a great devil they welcome
and tango with
fists are stronger than feelings because there is no time for such
distasteful, factless,
imaginary concepts
such wastes of space, such wastes of time