HANK & WOMEN.

A MAN AND HIS ATEMPTS NOT TO OBJECTIFY WOMEN.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hank’s mother lectured
Him on the objectification
Of women. Never objectify

 

Women as sexual objects,
She’d say emphasizing each
Word with a slap to the back

 

Of his head, (he hadn’t seen
Women as such up until then,
Being only ten), women, she

 

Added, her dark eyes boring
Into his, are not there for men
To paw over with their eyes

 

Or hands of any other part
Of their anatomy, poking Hank
In the chest. Yet, when he later

 

Considered her words, he recalled
That she and that Mrs Baldof were
Always leering over that Jack

 

Hynde, saying, look at those biceps,
Wouldn’t mind those arms about
Me, imagine those muscles rippling

 

Over you and they’d laugh and
Giggle like a couple of schoolgirls
Being tickled, and although his

 

Mother was dead now and his
Father brain drained in some
New York hospital ward, he did

 

Try not to objectify women as
Sexual objects, did try to see
Them just as human beings, but

 

It was pretty hard when a nice
A*s went by or a pairs of breasts,
Casually caught his eyes, going

 

Down the subway stairs for a train,
Bouncing there like punch bags
In a boxing gym or a slim figure

 

Came into view as he stood by
The window looking at the late
Afternoon sun, puffing a smoke,

 

Listening to jazz, a bottle of beer
In his hand, but he did try, and his
Mother’s words were still there,

 

The echo of them and the slap of
Flesh on flesh still vibrated inside
His head, despite the passing of time

 

With the clock’s tick-tock and him
Still turning his head and old eyes,
Watching a pretty woman going by,

 

In a tight fitting, breast hugging,
A*s clinging, short shock frock.

Reviews

[just rose.]

So interesting ... it makes me wonder if, in the mother commanding him not to objectify, he instead decided to separate himself entirely in a sort of imposed celibacy - or maybe he's a misogynist - or just simple-minded? I am interested in the persistence of memory here, how those words one hears when one is ten, despite the confusion they might engender (pardon pun of word choice), endure. Altogether you create a compelling character here.