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