it is blue like the sky at times.
i ponder its masculinity. that is
what my mother said about it
such a comment. she says a lot
of such things. a guilt only she
can bring. first how do i sleep
with no man. then something
how can i be this: not have
a house. i stood still when she
said this and said if i wanted
a house - i would have a house
then when the man said why
are you here - is it cuz you
can't - your own place. i
stood again. said the same
thing -if i want it - i'll get it
and i was gone.