Sometimes I think that you want me around
As muscle, to hustle
Or lend you a pound
To loosen a jar
For lifts in my car
To Ikea
I fear
It’s never too far
For me to say no
Some balls, I should grow
I should Coco.
And when
All the men are inside ya
Like the clown, I’ll always be stage left
Bereft
Catching my breath
Trapping a spider.
