congratualtions neighbour you are a homosapien now.

how softly we bash against nothing. 
the soft scythe. 
no use for a name 
we bathe in more steam than water.
we plan our captive nothingness and race to face our mothers 
DREAMING of the day 
our passports fit in our pockets, our wallets,
making space for me in knicker drawers, 
lavender bagged identification drooling over 32c's,
we grow out of beds made above us, 
treating our lovers like our daughters.
then shifting shifts our noses to the sky 
making sure we can see over 
our jewishness. 
raised voices and forgiveness on rye 
with salmonella traces on your gentle hands we kiss. 
don't do this. asparagas tips. 
sliced onion tears of acetic life 
hermaproditic spelling of homogenous copulation, 
sexual beings fucking kittens with tits and bottoms like tinkerberries. 
we will fuck so we will grow.
white wine muscles stay hot in our bowl,
rice grain eyes. 
morning breath motions of self love. hard cocks. strong hands.
uncontrollable urges we have never had want for. 
we have. we use. swap our skins contort our bodies let our wrists catch 
up with our minds 
wrench our tongues 
out of our mouths 
reach and know 
if not reach try 
and boil our food till its fried we die. 
tea spoons in our hands face in dinner plates. 
posture posses nothing of me. i am a rump.  
we hope we will amount to something in the eyes of nobody. 
nothing in the eyes of all. 
congratualtions neighbour you are a homosapien now.