If I were a boy, what would I do?
If I emerged from my mother's moist cavern
With one bodily appendage and not the other
What would have become of me?
Truly, truly, I would be full of giddy!
Much giddy and gayness, much jolly and delight
Descending upon my pelvis, impregnating me with merry
Raped and tossed asunder by glee with vigorous abandon!
Truly again, I would take to the skies
Soaring freely with… my tongue!
Oh my tongue, that sparkling wet blade
It is the scourge of my heart, the malice of my spirit!
Wonderful, simply wonderful!
I have discovered that pearl of great price
It is in my breasts, swishing in the milk of wondrous price
Beating wildly in my chest, yearning for its freedom!
But how can this be, when surrender is but a fleeting though?
I am but a lonely virgin of the soul, weary and forlorn
Abject and torn, consumed by the fear integral to man
To kill, to burn, to be subdued by that bitterness
Grandest and most delicious audience, if only it were so!