The Same Men Asleep stirring- something inside wrong with me cannot wear shoes must have hair and nothing is so very important any-more. When I wake half-asleep so much has not changed. She's in love with the same men all the time- strong and tall and married to somebody else. Sweet sad men. She loves this one's mouth, the face around it, the body below it, the space around. She eats his molecule, then she puts her legs one in front of the other sexy and skimpy in the lowlight walks away to another. Pretends this one is tall and sad and strong and sweet; it feels like anycat when you close your eyes. Later in life, with the genders in the right place, she can feel safe to say that a tomcat is still just a man.