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One day

One day   lying on my stomach in the afternoon   trying to sleep
I suffered penis envy (much to

                             my surprise

and with no belief in Freud   for years
                             in fact   extreme
antipathy)    what could I do but turn around

and close my eyes and dream of summer

                       in those days I
                       was a boy    I whistled
at the gate for Tom.

Then I woke up
then I slept
and dreamed another dream

in my drowned father's empty pocket
there were nine dollars and the salty sea
he said    I know you    my darling girl
you're the one that's me