Why sit and admire
it’s not just the lines and lines and lines of
shining, razor prose
the way potato mashed through the tines
of a fork in Africa
while a man who hunts a lion
shows himself a coward
-I know I’m not that
I gave birth two times
something he could never define
takes nerves of steel sometimes.
Last year I thought of Rollins
and in some ways they’re the same
these hyper-masculine, clear life-purpose,
tough, take no shit,
feel myself aligned?
Off-prompt for NaPoWriMotoday.