there are women

who live their lives
standing up
doing what they cannot help
just out of sight
quick & quiet
often breathless seldom
caught

or they drop out of childhood
already rotting inside
out they leave their bare footprints
on the windshields on
the ceilings of cars
their purses on the dark beach
of every brief affair

or like ferrets
they swallow themselves
teeth-first down dark holes
for fathers     husbands     lovers
flush out the prize     then shine
like sunward mirrors
smooth & hard
a perfect surface
to reflect a world poised
somewhere between mischief and malevolence

but there are women who will not sneak
they climb their flimsy scaffolding
nailing themselves together as they go
some fall apart
or their hearts stop
a few will teeter
all their clumsy lives