You go to
my Id
like the bubbles
in a glass
of Freudian
Champagne.
And I say to myself
get a hold of yourself
can’t you see
Freud’s just a load of balls.
She read me some
Luce Irigaray
& I became
acquainted
with THE SEX
WHICH IS NOT ONE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem