I've stumbled upon an auditorium full
of women clapping at women talking
and the smirk is not at the idea of
valuation apart from sex or the fact that
anything you can do I can do better, but really
it's at the dour sets of so many mouths
and the multitude of shadowed brows,
the half light of the meeting space,
the 8:30 A.M. painted faces,
the ten dozen sets of angry eyes
doing their best to avoid smiling "hello"s
and, hell, I have my own misgivings
about some ways of guys,
but no, I did not receive the memo
and I'm not looking for a place to sit,
I'm thirty minutes late for my Irish history exam
and this room was supposed to be it.
