like air trapped in the weave of wool
an eggshell governs
the movement of blood
within my body and skin surrounding
the lace of many
starched doilies crocheted
by my grandmother and her fingers
when i a child
was protected by larger hands
a grown man i guard
it all in fair isle sweaters
thick buttoned for the look
of clumsy minded men
masculinity layered
in knits unnoticed
because they’re often washed
and worn mismatched
to give another impression
i’m larger and less
delicate as emotionally uncomplicated
men must be
thick handed headed
(soft and delicately hearted)
(brittle and fragile)
when naked without
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