Women like me don't fall.
We might snag something with the heel
of our shoe, step wrong, stumble over
something littering the path,
but we catch ourselves and keep on
or maybe even drag it along for awhile
before finally kicking it off, but fall?
Oh silly man! How foolish of you
to think I'd be so clumsy to slip
or trip on something so trivial
as a slick spot like you
greasing my path.