Ironman in My Pocket


I have Ironmen in my pocket:

they are all women–

Mary, Sue, Cathy, Kelly, Catrina, Mary–

I say their names in my head

pedaling to a smooth cadence,

turning my legs over on the run,

or cutting through brackish water,

daring a shark to catch me.


I have Ironmen in my pocket;

they are my secret weapon,

small and fierce.

They race like princess warriors

cast from a different mold

than most–too strong to be contained.


They all earned the title of “Ironman”,

and they whisper “Ironman” on the wind

because one day, I’ll be one too.

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