Muscle Poems

The wind blows hard

Puffing up

Marilyn’s curtains.

The blinds get

Turned down, though,

Like eyelids.

I hear the sound

Of eyes rolling

And the creak of a

Woman’s frown.

The light inside

Is blaring

People on the street

Are staring

The man in the car

Is leaning back

Checking under

The hood

Of his own dashboard

Isn’t he?