← v13n2, Fall 2014
Poetry · Volume 13, Number 2

Gender Studies

The guy in the Vespa store was a douchebag,

but I am trying not to get violent.

I am just walking home with this stick

like the cartoon of a girl who feels safe walking

through the park at night with her cast-iron baguette.

When all that you have is a hammer, everything

looks like a nail, but I am trying not to get

hysterical. I am just walking home with this stick.