that you're a man.A Poem by Annette Jay SweeneyYour mother’s womb is laughing at her joke because she wanted a carbon copy. She was jealous. You were going to get a part added that had pushed into her neighbor’s arms, releasing something she instead had to carry. A trick was played on her. She thought she made you in her image, but she gave you women’s _________. Your body can change, become the real you she stole, but she can’t banish your Lifetime Achievement Award. For someone who longs to caress women’s insides with all the attention fingertips can give, leaving prints like initials carved into a tree, this is as close to a breeder I can get anymore. Is this what it feels like to be in heat? I once held the bodies of men, no was held, caressing muscles along their shoulders that made my thighs shimmer like fishes jumping into the sun from the sea. I want to kiss your outside where it matches your inside…but help you mend the pieces taped, stapled, injected that don’t match. Like roads cut haphazardly into a mountainside, rocks tumbling down to prove it was done wrong. I want to help you put it all back together, because they are a story far more palpable than one where a rock cracks a windshield on a road over Teton pass with the falling rocks signs. I want to take you home to my family, if only to prove that they will know: © 2011 Annette Jay SweeneyAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 15, 2011 Last Updated on November 15, 2011 AuthorAnnette Jay SweeneyIDAboutReading and writing have always provided a loving escape for me, but both are now taking on a more serious level. I thrive on reading others' work and helping them to improve, while also depicting my .. more..Writing
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