forgive me gaggle, am I a man? Do I betray us?
What words I use to speak of "us" as "you" am I to judge?
One hundred thoughts on groceries, lipsticks, are these jokes?
One hundred more of thanks and praise to sisters known and not,
and here my jacket, red, and here my mouth, and here my own on food,
my own!
and here the record of my hours (we ladies and our books of hours)
a jewel-like devotion to hang from the wrist, to hang off the wrist
to waste our words for women
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