[A Dick of a Man] a Poem

I knew a woman once,

sort of sorted in sorts,

elongated in a disparity all too

unfamiliar-

this is why,

I’m obliged to beg your

pardon,

I cannot understand why,

Or how she’s suffering-

hell I saw no point of it

at all,

-or maybe I was all-too-masculine

to have seen three paces past my

dick.

-from [UnderStudies]