I walk beside her,
Her unflattering smile ringing caution through my body,
Her unmade hair

Brother, my Brother,

I long the shore west of our house,

But you say there are beasts dressed

It is beautiful what little we look to find in people to begin loving them.

The gentleness of his

Paris is not France,

Paris is not the “West”,

Paris is what we dream,

And what we dream is

What am I?
I am a Woman
What am I?
I am a Heterosexual woman
What am I?
A Heterosexual, middle

What we have is beautiful, unreal and frightening,
I shut my eyes to think about it and I fall