excuse you! i heard him snip
after my failure to deliver
train-car-hip-check-box-out
gave away last open seat
and i left myself that moment
to watch me unleash
rabid explicatives blushing
even Carlin’s dead cheeks
and squeal how not one
fucking guy has yet
lifted lazy ass from subway
bench and offered my bulge-
bellied wife respite for
wearied human-making bones
as train cars herk and jerk
bride and baby like raggedy
mom and ann/andy (its
gender remains mystery until
midwife waves salts
under swooned noses)
while tons of recent gym time
and tiny elements of surprise
suggest i beat propriety
into men unregenerate and
hand out whoopings
aloof fathers should’ve
long ago for chivalry’s
sake yet instead sat
fattened keesters on couches
scotch and seven in left
cigar in other hand and watched
Archie verbalize Edith and laughed
through chauvi-misogynistic teeth
with little regard for the day
their kids would sit and stare
at mine still scrunched in utero
while great-with-child legs labor
to hold balance round curves
and i now back in body see
i’ve done no such things
maybe out of fear or
christian restraint or
gleams in lover’s eyes
begging me don’t