Mimicry

It seems to me, that
when man mimics woman
in a relationship
the complementary comes true
––
and I'd rather be alone, and be a man
than hold that stand
be still and be at home, and even so, be fried in a pan.

Grey Metal Steel

I waited fo maybe two
months
hot sticky, New England summer
months
And the day, it finally came.

We drove for miles to a place
they said, was close.

It poured, oh boy, did it come down.

but in the heavy air between the drops of rain
and outside the car window
there was this man, walking as if the rain didn't exist.
I watched the drops silhouette him as they bounced off him and into the grey.

He had legs of metal steel, this man.

Later on, my hair damp, I picked my grown-up bike.
made of silver, and grey.