My husband's poetry

Category: sexism

  • Unmoved

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    (a poem for Trans awareness day) in an overgrown garden half-hidden in the weeds a concrete statue of Mary stands unmoved and alone a point of meditation long forgotten the sun shines through the clouds in subtle pinks, blues and green lichen illuminates her face clouds return to block the sun her kindness gives me…

  • Batteries not included

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    engine roars to life throttle wide-open motorcycle manhood tickles his testicles two times ’round the park sunning turtles plop back in water tiny waves replicate towards far shore reflected sun neons low-hanging limbs one more time around the park to make sure everyone knows he has a big bike throttle wide-open motorcycle masturbation tickles his…

  • Tiny tongues, or, the unnamed wife of Lot

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    Ancient editors playing God, left the unnamed wife of Lot looking back at friends As they were incinerated Her body magically turned to salt, PowerPoint lesson plan for cautionary sermons For disobedient wives I much prefer the Greek version where Orpheus accepts the blame When Eurydice is turned to salt If I were an ancient…

  • Dear Pinochio

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    I don’t know what a real little boy is only that they grow into a man and I don’t know what a real man is supposed to be View Post only that crickets stop talking to you and reality is not make believe and there is no happily ever after 2-4-2024

  • Boomer boy blues

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    I grow tired of taking blame for someone else’s transgressions. I’m not your shitty father, your handsy uncle, your asshole boyfriend, the chauvinist boss who thinks all women secretly desire him I’m dealing with my own past, my ignorance and lack empathy. I refuse to hide under a pile of dirty laundry so you can…