Missing a rib

That crazy love thing is so hard,
Old fictions of masculinity;
But the male experience
Is not homogeneous.

The tough guy outsider,
The yuppy in crisis
In an unnamed jungle,
Capability, endurance, fitness – masculinity
At its best, outside the confines
Of false civilisation,
With its tattooed urban spaces
Where only the strongest men survive
Through courage and justice;
Who might cry?
Feeling soft, lacking definition,
Their vulnerability inviting assault,
Struggling with identity,
Understanding in their hearts
The words left unsaid.

No, it is not only men
That consume masculinity.


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