new york, ny

 “do you think about weddings” like a dirty secret
so I blushed embarrassed and whispered
“yeah”
while all those girls are picking pretty white dresses with their mother
we are under overpasses looking left and right
and I’m not burning bras for lack of breasts or daddy complex
I’m not burning bras with fire but with thought
thinking girls with rocks are shaping up for shocks
but what’s so special here at home
that I look down and sneer up and thank the good god-dess my love for freedom
when what I say is free is really fake
when what I say is love is really hate
and I am eaten up inside with curiosity
and I am sure that none of them are thinking about me
so yeah
I do
and wonder what that means