Coy,
curlyhead, come-hither girl.
Librarians, who’ve had inborn sex
exchanged for pleats.
Placekicking men, for whom that sex
is the matter of what’s struck by the cleat.
The meddling watchers,
nose on the wall, entitled
to any flesh glimpse they can pick;
and that eternal,
‘furiating exception—
“you and me.”
-2004
