as old adages go.

as old adages go,
so goes my knowledge of cars
and men with wrenches
in their gears.
i am astounded by their ability
to fully love
a woman
and i think
have i ever loved a man
so imperfect
so weak
so mesmerized by hips and ass
and what my body feels like
on in the inside--
have i ever loved a man
enough to bear children
of his same name
enough to decompose
side by side
enough to cripple myself
under the weight
of his devotion
and dark heavy stare
in which i plummet
wading through
unmistakable bullshit
and what's left of
dignity and honesty.