She Is Man Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I like the fact that you talk directly
Tell me straight out what you will and won't do
Slap my hand if you think I'm not paying attention
Hit a spoon against a water glass to introduce an impending announcement

I like the fact you fixed my sink
Knew how to identify a problem in the drain
Replaced a broken seal quickly and without much trouble
Got dirty and had a natural sense of mechanics

I know Catastrophe Jane
She leaves once we're done like a man and she handles tools
Her feet won't fit the shoe
She'll spit out what she's eaten of the apple before blame can be assigned

She is superimposed on he
And the universe is officially asexual
In the aftermath, she shows up late
Grunts when you ask her how her day was