It was English, albeit American,
to which I would awake
from fetus slumber to be shook,
that from my mother's pool of monthly eggs,
I'd be took to sojourn long and distant
to divers cities pilgrimage, to meet up close
other voyagers uterus.
Truly, no male is "an island unto himself."
And as for we females, we are floaters continents.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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