her girlfriends

it's too late for me to cover

up my ears,

the words

have already entered

and sunk in.

she wants to tell

me the story,

the heartache

of being so endowed

from the top

down.

she tells me how strangers

have been whistling

at her

since she was a child.

she tells me

about her uncle

and his long gazes

as she ran around.

the schoolboys, the grown

men,

even the women

making comments

about her girlfriends.

it hasn't been all fun 

and games,

she tells me.

i gulp and look away

and tell her,

you know, i've never

even noticed them.