Why do I love to write poems about people with a y chromosome?
And think about them, and dream about them...
I should like very much to write a poem about a railroad.
And think about the raindrops and dream about time.
But then the next thing I know I dreaming that in time we will sit under the raindrops as you read my poem about a railroad and then I am disgusting myself because I am so girl when will I be woman?