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Posted by on Apr 29, 2009 in At TMV | 5 comments

After-Midnight Blogger: You Know How Men Are…


I met a man today
a young man
with muscles
lots of them
a weightlifter/ bodybuilder…
they’re so taken with themselves
you know,
all about themselves.
He was clerking in a power-vitamin store
where I was buying the 4# jug of protein powder.
Upon leaving, my daughter pointed out
I was driving around with my new
license plates on the seat instead of on the bumper
where they belonged,
and my temporary paper tag in the window
had expired yesterday.

I didnt want to get a ticket, so…
‘Can I borrow a screwdriver,’ I asked
bodybuilder man… I thought the store’d have one
in the back.

But, no, bodybuilder man
bounded out the door, across the parking lot,
rummaging in his Jeep, but came back empty handed.
‘Thought I had one there,’ he said.

Today I met another man, old construction guy with tool belt…
you know how all they really do is lean against the girders
and whistle at girls and plan the beerfest
in the Stratro-lounger each night… all while pounding
a nail or two daytimes.
Well, muscleman had hiked three stores down
where he knew construction man was working.
‘Got a screwdriver?’ he asked.
‘Sure,’ said tool belt man.

I had my hand out, ready to take the screwdriver…
but no, bodybuilder man was already squatting
at my truck, unscrewing the fat bolts
and slapping the plates on front and back, right smart.

He stood. Grinned at me like he just caught
a mermaid on a safety pin with no bait.
I blurted out,
‘You’re one of the last of the royal knights, you know.’
And he did that ‘guy thing’ than any woman
who’s a woman, loves so much, that ‘duck and blush’
thing men do when they are heart-pleased.

And carpenter man came to the curb to get
his tool, and bodybuilder man said, ‘Thanks Bud.’
Carpenter man said, ‘Happy to help.’
And I said thank you to him as well, and all
his whiskers expanded and went wide as he smiled.
‘It’s my job Ma’am,’ he said, and he saluted…
Marine eagle on his arm flexing over the anchored world.

You know how those tattooed carpenter construction
worker bodybuilding weightlifter young/ old guys are.
You know how they are. They keep horses
down at the river, an old underground river
that still runs clear.

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  • very nice!. . .sometimes they are real easy to love. . .

  • CStanley

    I liked this post too. Kept smiling to myself, imagining if one or both of those guys was thinking “You know how women are…”

  • 😀

  • motherwheel

    this poem is brilliant – you’ve always got your finger right on the pulse!! Dr. Estes’ you are a gift from the heavens – that piece you wrote for NCR this week bowled me over – what a gift you’ve been given – how fortunate for all of us !

    is there a book of your poetry that i can purchase and when will ” a dangerous old woman” be coming out??

  • spirasol

    I’ve been working on my projections lately, my shadows and judgments so its nice to come across a poem where the poet lays out her limiting projections about males (ie body builder man/tool belt man) and has them undone when they become the healthy, happy, helpful types. sometimes its nice to be surprised and have our projections thrown back at us, but gently, sweetly, kindly.

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