Where the Boys Are

my feelings are like maidens
who need no accompaniment
whose preference
is to dance together
without suffering those
boring explanations
that the boys bring in
three piece suited
for agenda and division

joy swims in circles around them
in between sentences befuddled
lost in a word, clamoring
they just don't get it

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