Sam

Gangly and lengthy—
She knew from a young 
age She was different:
that She would travel
a different lover’s lane
than Her Mother. Her
Mother had one. She
would have none. When
She told Her Mother,
it was this dampened
dream She felt in Her
Mother’s (subtle)
disappointment.

…She wobbles
now in jean shorts,
cut-off- at-the-knee,
and combat boots—
the ones She wore
that disappointing
day; her hair: still
cropped short and
boylike; her face:
young and freshly
plumped; her frame:                      
lengthy, but plush—her
stomach...grows: a favor for
a friend whose womb is closed.