Cal Bedient’s most recent critical book is The Yeats Brothers and Modernism’s Love of Motion, and his most recent book of poems is Days of Unwilling. He is co-editor of Lana Turner: A Journal of Poetry & Opinion and of the New California Poetry Series. Rubbing the Hairs on the Back of a Man's Thigh Cal Bedient The woman in me stands at the door watching for her man to fly down from the sky. “Jesus,       get a move on.” She wants me to be 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 times more trumpeting than the elephant rains. Galoshes in the snow are not dearer than the man in me when the woman in me is weeping and bedewing herself like a sloppy lot of dew. “Do right by me,” she says (has collapsed is so discouraged already). “Get good reviews, establish yourself: you will astonish foolish distractions with your smell of the whole.” “Dead,” her eyes say. “You’ll have sex with a tomb.” I hate her eyes her eyes have come hungry out of the bedroom of the crystal.