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Mans Piss



Two men alone in a locker room

I slip in light, on soccer feet


For a brusque, wide legged mans piss

In a mans world

He has red hair, red blotches

He is no Leonardo and no athlete

And he is flexing a small hard lump

Of albino bicep

In the puny fluorescent mirror


I make much drama

With a noisy paper towel machine

And then I slide away

For some reason

More embarrassed than he.

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