one-trick pony | a poem against vampires

you prance around

making sure that everybody

understands that you’re the man

whatever that means to you

you mean that you’re the man

who invades my space

the man who breathes in

the air around my mouth

the man who makes the room feel too small

and inescapable

the man who turns his body

into my straitjacket

the man whose smile is a threat

I’ve known that smile since I was born

gullible boys looking up to you


you usurp and contaminate

until they sound like you

and act like you

the man who doesn’t leave a hair

on a woman’s head

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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