“THIS COP”

she told me,
“Came in here
and sat down with two
pizzas
and ate them both,
himself—
but they were pretty
thin and flat, so he can
get away with that—
without looking like
too much of a pig.”

I told her
that I wished I could use
that same excuse
for women.

narrative poem written on 03-19-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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