For Marge Piercy's Feminist Poem, "In the men's room(s)"
i just don't relate.
what appeals to
you about the men's room anyway?
trust me, i've been there. it
stinks. i was
little and went in by mistake.
a sweaty
man with a mustache, held
up his
penis and laughed at me.
intellectual discourse,
in there?
old
men farting, other men looking,
not washing and shaking
each other's hands,
what makes you want to go
in there?