O Circle of Women! (Woman2WomanKentuckiana)

 Atop my nakedness, at the breastsbulge, and a camo cover cloth cupped, I go out. The door behind locks, the panty 'neath my dress a nonetheless nudity that Secret shaping She of me frees. Ma'am I now am O O such present bliss not to be man. How Grand!

Nativity in The City, This Home wherein countrybumpkin outside-steps, occasionally and hard the terrain good for Old Edsels and PoliceCruisers, maybe too a stolen U-Haul of broken deals and committed crimes. . . <which re minds that this breaks the law as lyric loses in lex talionis good as laughing judges and landlord gyps will bear evictions all those doublecross-tions on women-- how do I include here?-- who now in tents and down a block now closer to the River Belle Riviere O Hi O take root in the pavement the always cracks permit, Girls, CAMPING where once me&Ye camped CRAMPT in Growing Womb.> <which re minds me that I as well am taking root as from the spore not the Seed indeed She's have, Baby! Borne born not even close to Bethlehem to beget birth not Thine Eve's but my notion this creation, the illusory womb an I'mFem.> . . .We grow from Rocks, Girls, we are busting rox the hard on softened of a sex I 'magine too ThisAfterlifeBeyondTheScrew that m

  When I see the homeless women, the camping women on the streets, who too often look find cling to a man who-- presumably-- will protect them from the many risks of outdoor-living, THEN I forget all the ordeal of my own mostly-outdoor homelessness, with anewed yen to try to find a comfort for these deemable 'waifs,' who in various ways sell what they think they have for PROTECTION. . . These girls (if I may speak of grown and less-grown fems in a tenderly diminutive way) do not deserve WHAT I GOT ON THE STREETS-NO-PLACE-MINE; I must do something, what what what something might I do? I have a Place now, Dosker Manor on the street in LouisvilleKY celebrating Muhammad Ali; Salaam Muhammad Ali ?what way pacific might we come to aid?-- not from a chivalry implying winning Hers for keeps-- but for a friendship freeing her from want fear? O Muhammad! we were born and borne with a testosterone I hate, a juice that perps much violence war upheaval property-dispute, of which blessedly