I wish I were a woman about half the time

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women

are trouble
but i saw white
words in the back window
of a little red ford something
"women dont shoot people"

i came from between sweaty white
sticky thighs and mothers
insides and hate that i stretched
to break such an organ

and once there was a tiny drop
of blood on the head of tight white
sticky leathery condom
and wishing i could let it swim
in my veins

so i think about statistics
and other damn lies
in a gravel gray parking lot
with parliaments between my teeth
thinking that i stained my first
lungs for a women and hoping
she might smile if it kills me