It’s shorthand contempt, rough talk
about conquests and the boss.
It sounds like tobacco-soured discourse
mumbled among friends, and the spikes are gone–
their staccato muted; absolutely
no ‘josei no kotoba’ begging here.
Just some blokes with the same-sized dicks
grunting their tongueless song, inflected
down, assured of dominion.
These, the unpenetrated, may speak informally
at home in this, their world, mouths uncovered.
Josei no kotoba: women’s words