I couldn't do this anymore...
looking at this book of poetry
brought
some great fatigue.
I put it book down and decided
to wing it myself.
not that she was
a bad poet, but she re-affirmed all
the reasons why I never liked
female poets in the first place:
couldn't relate.
it's neither her fault or mine. it's
one of those strange
cheats of fate.
that and I don't have a vagina.
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