men, she sighs

men, she sighs.
then curses. I hate them.
they leave
me stranded
in bed, at the side of
the road,
no pleasure, it's all
about them.
i'm done with them, she says.
I may switch to the other side.
cross over
and never come back.
i'm bored with men.
even you, she says,
are with fault.
lying there, asleep,
ten seconds after it's over,
snoring
on your back.