Been thinking about this for a while, not that my other half has one because he doesn’t (in fact he’s verging on scrawny thanks to obsessive cycling) but it’s always bothered me. A bit….
What do men keep in their stomachs?
You know the sort:
solid, beer-stretched above small hips
a belt constantly thumb hooked up
It doesn’t feel like fat,
the sort that cushions a child’s hand,
it doesn’t dent or undulate.
It’s a tank,
liver and spleen and intestines unravelling
loose hanging like astronauts slow twisting in space.
Or have they grown into bulldogs
snarling, beefed-up organs
stuck for space,
I don’t know.