What compels
a grown man
to strip naked
in a room
with other men
and then engage
another nude man
in a wrestling match

naked.

I walked into this scene
today after my workout
and didn't know how to react

So I kept walking
my head down
and grabbed two towels
which I wrapped one
around my waist
and pulled my underwear down
under the towel
and walked to the shower
with my head down,
the cliche
of a Japanese wife

even though my penis
was bigger than both
of the wrestlers.

And when I came back
from the shower
there was an enormous
mountain of a man
bent over in the locker
next to mine.
He had giant hog balls
with wiry pubic hair
shooting out of his ass
like a koosh ball
rubbed the wrong way.

I put my head down again
and looked at the floor.

Some men are no better
than animals in a field,
monkeys in a tree.

And some men are far worse.

Sometimes I never want to look
up again in that locker room.

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Joshua Minton, Poetry, Poems