I’VE SEEN GIRLS
waiting at the bus stop
make men pitiful pieces
of putty, curling backward,
stretching and straining
every muscle just to get
a glimpse of what Shawn
and a lot of men around here call
the world.
But there were no women
on this elevator, so there
were no worlds to be checkin’ for.
But he kept checkin’
anyway,
not knowing that
if he kept checkin’
anyway he’d get
a world
of trouble.