hot flashes begin to feel there is no validation of this womanhood.
what is a waste of time anyway.
where does it lie
in bed with me?
or not now, no,
who knows.really.
maybe apathy strikes again.
just one more thing to think about.or not, for now,
i have no idea.
having begun this silent game with my own head
we are almost separate
and i know what it wants
every sense of satisfaction
the well-beings.humans. homogeneous.
so the essence of biological living within me wants-
and it wants a lot of everything,
to all of which there are two sides
each double-edged sword
i might be learning to read the lifesigns
but in all reality they change with the day
minutes like strawberries
all beautifully red, and sour or sweet depending
when will all of this ripen.
stripped down.
settle down in the snow.
go to white.and nothing.