You stand so straight and tall
I'd guess you were the hero
Then again, you need strong shoulders, dear Nikola,
To carry the world.
As you stand test tube straight before the chalk board
Free hand on your hip
I wonder about that hand
So often your hands rest there
Arms spread like sagging wings
I wonder if you feel larger
Puffed up against the other men in trench coats
Vying for what your narrow but straight shoulders
Will never have resting upon them-
The weight of the world is slight
Compared to her.