When a man is disconsolate, there is no uterus
to remove, no ovaries to excise, no stubborn hymen
to carefully pierce or sew tightly closed. When a man is discontented
no one talks of removing his penis.
When a man is unfulfilled, no one talks
of shock treatment, a lobotomy, ice baths to bring on hypothermia
solitary confinement. When a man is unhappy
with his wife, his children, no one talks
of drilling a hole in his skull
to expose the diseased part of his brain to air
to let out all the pressure in his head.
When a man is despondent, melancholic, forlorn
no one whispers of how he might kill his children
of how he’s physically unsuited to parenthood, of how
something must be profoundly wrong with him
to not be completely satisfied with life.