Startled Alert
Bawdy DysphoriaI shame myself when I do see
that mirrored one reflecting me,
for as a girl, I ought not gaze
upon the manhood that there stays
and mocks my real identity.
Some poems come from none-knows-where and hang as puzzles in the air, where friend and foe both learn despair, each one crouched low in loathsome lair . . .
Labels: Limericks
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