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You're Like a Guy -- poetry by Sophia Lopez

I remember by the pool:

speakers on, cigars lit, drinks

cold. The smell of machismo

in a Cuban household. Men around

a table, their wives inside. The younger girls

sit by our guys. I listen to the chatter.

He gets up and leaves me alone

in a different kind of Cuban home–

three daughters, my majority won, I learn to act

like a son. With these men I laugh, drink and joke

so they accept me as one of them, a head

at the table. I pity these men impressed by women

who endure their prattling like hens. Offensive

humor, but of course, that’s not what they meant,

As if I’d take it as a compliment.

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