You Say Our Private Parts Are All Alike Poem by Karin Holloway

You say our private parts are all alike
I am the same as Mary Anne
or maybe even Deni -
My fertile crescent, abode of moons
Just another hole
Another launching pad.
You'll not jettison here again
I'm no common port.
You say we're such good friends
Yet you never ask me why
I sit in dream dark despair
Choking on your echoes.
You never ask me why
I gave you friendship -
What I thought would be returned.
You lance a lot
My private expectations
Just by never asking why.
Every new face fancies heartbreak -
Some worm inside ate your pride.
Good-bye, I'll not deny your hunger
To find your worth in another.