I want this time to write a poem just about me not to a man or about a man or even with one in mind about how my hair is long and brown and silky, like they say in the commercials but I don't know if I'll ever be held enough and how I don't have any tits just big brown nipples that beg to be touched and stand at attention about the way I hate laundromats and no one ever bought me a washer and dryer though I washed their clothes folded them neatly about how I am afraid of the dark and the blank white paper like Iowa winters and memories of childhood the little girl in the convalescent home too hurt to heal
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Warren Wedin warren.wedin@csun.edu