picking out drapes

i long for manly
actions

big flatulant fights
with fists

nasty words punctuated
with shoves

testosterone
oozing from the pores
all along my nose
and dripping from
my hair.

i long for resolutions
that come from strength

ripped up doilies and
filthy lace in a heap of rubbish

fat nude dancers in a
seedy beer joint on the strip

with unctuous men
in tweed betting the house
on the Gonzaga game

all that girl shit
just drags me down
and leaves me feeling flacid.