after Laura Jensen

They are like women because you can sleep near them, with them, in your truck, close to Tank 10 when you are hungover.

They are like men because they are isolated yet stand in the rain, surrounded by mounds of dirt and asphalt to catch spillover—

“You can be fired for walking on the dikes.” They have floating roofs and a stairway up the side, like desert lizards, they are jungle gods

of the refinery because they weather oil spills and bad tank-level readings. They lead the lay into battle and hide bar fights from the foreman,

never let fuel go to flare, or move you over to a bad order in the southwest corner.