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dog days

by Christina Butcher

the pitcher rises
knee jacked and
spit fly he
tucks the curveball

round
and
round and
round

in attempts
to mimic the
great babe
in both feat
and frowning
capabilities

like dogs
sniffing
ass
great men
must compare

often insist

on erecting
monuments
and obelisks
in their name
while
the corners of
great women
watch their
mouths
twist up in
hungry grins

tasting power in
the way he
watches her
elbow drop
like fire

like home field
advantage

like cracked
leather catcher's
mitt and
howling jackals
frothing
at the mouth

nothing but spit
and teeth

and
pissing contests
in a segregated
crowd
of fist pumping

men and the

women.
who break them
so easily

06/01/2010

Posted on 01/21/2013
Copyright © 2024 Christina Butcher

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 12/29/13 at 12:15 AM

Oh, how easily we are broken by some women.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/04/15 at 12:10 PM

this ode speaks art, speaks truth. indeed, men, the most carbuncled and calloused of them, avail themselves as does the most delicate crystal to be breached and splintered by the women in their lives whom they love passionately, but unlike Humpty Dumpty, these same fractured men are woven, stitched back together by these same women in acts of sheer reconciliation, to be broken and stitched together again and again ad infinitum.

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