When I try to swing my balls around
And throw my maleness like a net
Or smell the urine dribbled on a tree -
I feel my ruffled feathers coalesce
And curl around my neck
A choker of testosterone
A boa hewn from stone
I'm a woman in the Stoa, lowered voice
Volume and tone
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