Two Fists and a Middle-Foot - A Poem

 
“two fistsa middle footmakes me:a manjab jabthrust thrustexerts me:a man
my clenched handsmoulds her clay facelike a potterNo!the potter is too easy on clayI am a goldsmithand she is raw goldjab jaband she shimmersjab jab jaband she takes to shape:I am a man.only men have middle feetshe has a gulflook between my thighsand look between hersShe walks on two legs,I walk on threeso I am buoyant and firm on this earthnot frail like herI am a manI am an explorersome sort of ColumbusI travel the gulf now and againWhy?I am a man”“does a middle footand two fistsmake me:a man?No,a middle footand two fistsmakes me:not a man.