my coal miner, cowboy, sailor
husbands
riding rails, highways
lifting the steel to build towers,
sanding planks, digging trenches
oil filling the lines in their hands,
taut muscles,
green tattoos
find me somewhere in my life of privilege,
of academics and books spiraling me into some world
so foreign to the grit that runs in my blood,
so opposed to the scars and sunburns i see in myself
husbands, saviors,
resotre my identity
make me genuine again
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