Non-Erotic PoetryIf I were a smarter womansomething has come up
I can't talk
but I am not a smarter woman.
I never learned the feminine tricks
and lack the male tools for fixing these things.
My little bag and metal box are virtually empty
except my childish collection of coping skills
prescription bottles and coffee mugs
receipts of pocket sweat ink smeared,
illegible.
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