Those groans men use
passing a woman on the street
or on the steps of the subway.

To tell her she is a female
and their flesh knows it,

Are they the muffled roaring
of deafmutes trapped in a building that is…
slowly filling with smoke?

Their views are…
“Precious number of 8
My dying desire is you to date
You have a warm hole,
A big bum
And flashy tits”

It goes on buzzing in her ears,
it changes the pace of her walk,
Because dark flashes in echoing corridors.

But if she were lacking all grace,
they’d pass her in silence.

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