Female

CYLINDER!
MASTER      CYLINDER
THE SIZE OF A
           SPACECRAFT
SIZE OF A MONOLITH...!
MASTER CYLINDER
BECOMING

MILES
          &
                 MILES
IN LENGTH

i do not FEEL it
i AM it
i AM that which fills me
i AM the void it is filling
i AM the SPACE BETWEEN two bodies
i AM black hole eating white light

i AM the destroyer of stars
            and
the creator of void

i am a pinpoint
           filled by a solid
           LIGHTYEARS IN SIZE

and that sound!
i am not hearing it
i AM it.
the
pre-nerve connecting to ear,
funneling sounds into
BLACK HOLE of the brainpan.

i am impossible geometry
       being schlanged
by impossible geometry.

i am
being rocked
inside of a sideways figure eight

i am ZERO divided by
                           infinity
i am INFINITY multiplied by
                                   zero

Behold!
and be held

held in arms of flesh and blood
skin drenched in Promethean sweat
I am Aphrodite
I am Ishtar
I am Venus come down from her steamy planet
I am Freyja
I am Ixchel
I am Branwen before a broken heart
In darkness I thrive
thrust repeatedly against life
I am home in bushes, in beds
wrapped in silk sarongs
luxurious in mist and leaves
leave me at morning's first light
forget me at your peril
I am Isis
I am Benten
I am Osher in a Carribbean breeze
I am Anahita
I am Lempo
I am Kali, wife of destruction
destroy yourself within me
I will offer the little death
but what will you offer me?
rest against a breast that has suckled the world
plant yourself in the most fertile of deltas
but be prepared to lose yourself
body and mind

You're on my time
now.

Shoulders back, chest lifted
chin up, eyes forward
hair pinned primly behind ears I want to see your faces
don't slurp your soup
cross your ankles
be sure to maintain a smile on your face
make pleasant and respectable conversation
be the model of a refined woman

All this they told her, and still
she preferred her combat boots over ballet flats
and if a guy ever complimented her, he went home with a fat lip

biologically, she was a woman
socially, she was a dyke
privately, she wore lacy bras and party dresses
no one could be assertive in a pink taffeta dress and satin pumps
no one could second guess a Doc Marten to the skull

born to be an anomaly, after all she's a female
overcoming it all to oblige a door held open or
the swipe of someone else's credit card

She is female.

She is fe MALE

She is undefined.