The Agonist Journal

With eyes aglaze
at your verbal maze,
I can only stare
at you, canting lady
in men’s underwear.

With your fiery breath
and your boxy hair,
you’re beyond defeat,
resentment everywhere,
even in the blaze.

Your hair aflame,
aflame and blazing there
where you merely stare
(you have no shame,
your mirror there),

your privilege is
you have no care!
Hysterical beast,
a man’s to bear,
a god’s to tame.