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Thinking with Various Anatomical Features

by Lacy D Phillips

She drives me crazy
in that bad way
that we never like
to admit.
But her subtle ways
of expression
are not lost on me
as on most men.
And I lust after
the way her trademark
curly black hair
falls around her
in that way I know so well...

I know her
as she knows herself...
incompletely.
Yet I cannot disguise
the contempt I harbor
for that cantakerous bitch
that shares my body
and on most occasions
my mood.
And I hate her for being
more photogenic
and writting better poetry
than I.
She'll be the one to win
recognition
where the rest of me fails
because of her __(insert)__,
because of her marketability.
And I hate for it,
and myself for buying into it.
And most of all,
I hate all the men in the world
for not moving me
quite like she can.

But between me and you,
we'll pretend this isn't
an ode to my vagina.

11/06/2001

Author's Note: Most of these lines were originally written about a roomate I had for a short time that just annoyed the hell out of me, even though we were fundamentally the same person from very similar economic backgrounds only with a huge cultural barrier between us. Only after I re-read the thing that I had written did I realize that the innocent lines about that latina roomie lent themselves all too well in praise of my nether regions. And so with a few very slight changes this poem was born. I'm very proud of it.

Posted on 11/06/2001
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