Woman

Some days I am like a beautiful woman

Awake in the morning

My smile an embrace

Everyone hates a beautiful woman

Sometimes she is a lake people die in

She walks in and

People talk and

Some begin to hate and

Hunger eats at the seams of underpants

Everyone eats nervously

You call yourself a man

But I held you like a woman,

Your tiny golden arm hairs on end like the ears of deer

You call yourself a man

But I held you like a woman


Some days the world is like a beautiful woman,

Broken, burying her grace,

Sitting in a corner, hiding her face

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