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I want to marry a machinist,
to stand on the lot of the plant
in my hard hat and visitor's badge watching
while he fits metal together,
measuring it carefully once it's in place.
I'll wear pink lipstick and a cotton dress
and bring baskets of warm cornbread
he can pass around.
For lunch we'll sit
on upturned buckets side by side
and his coveralls will smudge my thigh.
When they whistle as I walk away
he will smile at his steel toed boots,
knowing what he knows.
Margaret O'Connor
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