There is thunder in my ******
from my ******, falls her monthly rain –

I like being a girl, but I hate being a woman.  
This is what all of us say:
give me estrogen but not too much.
give me the babies but don’t make it hurt.

And all their milk is store-bought.

                                       April 25th, 2006.
             Judgment day, in white pants
I give orange pulp to everyone –
the Sixteenth Century has me by the ovaries.