My Life II

by davidchrzanowski

Poem 7.

My life was a catfight between ideals.
I tried to stitch my own clothes
with machines made by giants.

I got big, moved out,
worked 6 till 2,
2 till 10, 10 till 6.

Blood leaked into oil,
oil settled on blood,
where skin ended and metal began
was untold.

I am a man;
but on Friday nights
the man hides from me.