He Doesn’t Want to Be a Poem ‘Poems are for wimps.‘I’m a man’s man, see?’ He slaps his gut, a size too largefor the Yankees shirt he’s wearing. That belly comes in handywhen he needs to rest his beer. He shouts at coaches, umpies, players.‘What’s wrong, why can’t they listen?’ His wife puts down her … Continue reading 2 Poems by Nolcha Fox