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Patti Smith

My tomboy listens
My girl pouts
Those shadows
beneath her lips.
How open can open be?
As open, as open is she.
One in ten? One in twenty?
Too, too many are set free
without ever an apology.

See me. See me, see me.
Let me waltz through the lobby.
Announce my arrival.
Be my Siren and blare
a triumph, a secret, our love.
love me love me love me
My tomboy. My siren.
(my secretest secret wish...shhhh)

Homosexual molecules loiter
somewhere on the horizon.
Needles march a cadence.
Black cards dispersed into the galaxy.
It is a sinister tarot
that tells me to take fifty dollars
and let a man take me,
and put a needle in my arm
to win your sympathy.
So, let my head fall into your lap
brush my hair and hum me a tune.
I know...
Middle class white boys need not apply.

Yours is a passion that rides whitecaps
Mine is one that rides the undertow
Middle class white boys dance
to revolution songs
"The night is made for lovers"
I danced barefoot to Gloria.
If, if, if only that dance led back
to Patti...
my tomboy. My tomboy who listens.

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