When it comes to things men should know innately how to do, hugging is not on the list.
 

Killing a bug is, turning a corner is

Giving definitions by hand or by

memory is, lying is what the wine deep

underbellies of begonia leaves are doing

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in the light. Innately

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singing songs with wrong words swapped in is

And I love it when a man can be talked to as if

he were a wee babe without blushing or objection

just ruching around in the covers like a varmint.

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Tripping an enemy

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with twine is, kissing is, to know the flat back

of every tunnel is a place apart from truth

Donning boots is, too hard hands are, making

the sound of a train in a tunnel is, being both the nail

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and its hammerer.

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I want a man to know what is

The difference between virgin, varmint,

vermin, vortex, and not to simply name

an animal Vespers, but to know exactly

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why he’s done so. I want

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a man who can harness his Vespers

and take them on long morning walks

without his headphones in, listening

is, yes listening is definitely on the list.