Hairs hang from their chin,
gripping the skin with tiny fingers.
On their ends lay Es-tro-gen and
Cause they’re only
With a vagina
that lays awake at night,
like a dog chasing rabbits in the night
of the day that it’ll
be a lightsaber
in the embrace
of the lips of a woman.
Published on Leaves of Ink November 23rd, 2013.