I don’t know if women ever
imagine a man crying,
in his room while nothing
plays, and the quiet
makes him more sad.

you see a woman break down;
easily and how a man stands there
looking at his father or mother’s
grave, and doesn’t cry ever.

some men think if you
cry,
you are weaker than the dirt that
sinks in your shoes.

Hell I cried one night
after seeing a young
woman
who I thought I loved,
and all I did was
pour that liquor down
to the liver and make
me smile again.
you *******.


I saw my baby sister’s
grave and held on steady,
but we kept on going to
other known graves,
and the steadiness of
tears on me.
flowed on out
like the river rising
and killing us all.