5.01 / January 2010

The seven strongest men in town

say I’m a perfect doll,
say I’m a tiny queen.

They
stand around with strong shoulders
and spit darts.

They
say I can’t drive in heels,
even if I practice.

They
crunch cans with their pinkies
and know how to punch.

They
say I should keep my lights on,
and cradle a baseball bat.

They
say they eat eggs raw.

They
say I have chiseled cheekbones,
and not to use much blush.

They
say they can suck the skin off a peach.

They
say something’s coming.

They say
watch, watch how we laugh
with our mouths closed.

They say
watch, see how slow
we can dance.