Poem – Man in Space – Billy Collins

All you have to do is listen to the way a man sometimes talks to his wife at a table of people 

and notice how intent he is on making his point 

even though her lower lip is beginning to quiver, 
and you will know why the women in science 

fiction movies who inhabit a planet of their own 

are not pictured making a salad or reading a magazine 

when the men from earth arrive in their rocket, 
why they are always standing in a semicircle 

with their arms folded, their bare legs set apart, 

their breasts protected by hard metal disks.

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