I hate watching men
on TV chase women in order
to kill them.
The women all seem
to be marathon
runners but still the men catch them
and kill them. Never
do these women have meat
on their bones. They’re designed
like axe handles. The men
can be allergists, animal trainers, armored
truck drivers, aromatherapists, I could
go through the whole alphabet;
they can be otters or body
builders, teenagers,
octogenarians, brothers,
husbands,
or strangers, they could be F.
Scott Fitzgerald, Robert Frost, Clyde Fitch,
who’s heard
of Clyde Fitch?
It doesn’t matter
what great act of literature
they have committed. They catch
you. They kill you. I hate
watching it but I
watch it.