crochet me a doily
I can wear as a hat-

intricate dainty and soft,

knit me a pair of spats-
pink-
I can wear on my mocassins,


sew me some cute *******
crotchless are best.

For I am getting tired of
acting tough.

Spare me the ***** hose, so
restricting, and until I take hormones,
the uplifting bra from Frederick's,
is useless.

teach me , though, how to apply mascara,
I  just painted my ear hair black.

We were dust before dust
Eons in starlight
light years behind me.

We made the beginning
together. Forged in the beautiful stars.

Mystical. me.
Mystical. you.

We were there!
You were the major ingredient.
It just took a few billion years
for us to get here.

Does Lady Fate guide my hand?
My eyes?
My mind?
My Soul?

And when I try to stray from her,
she brings
me back
on goal?

Does Destiny watch my life?
and guide
me through
bad times?

Does she know it will work out?
As she
and Fate
will guide

I remember you green  last September, moist proud glimmering
dew in the morning sun, you dressed beautiful in,
and the mockingbirds stutter from the electric lines
saying, Why?
Are you brown?