across the room

You. You, with your shoulders far broader than your hips like the anatomy of a man, with your voice of more cigarettes than you could have smoked in your twenty-some years: I see through you. You assert yourself only to men, a confidence betraying a scar, while you hide breasts under the ample neutrality of your sweatshirt. You show your neck, though, under your shock-short hair, you show your face to the world and for that I admire you. I know your hardness, your defiance, your immovability is the strength from many battles.