always loved the word dyke as a child long before

I truly understood what it meant

it had a most magical taste in my mouth

when I spoke it aloud

or whispered it quietly laying in the tall dry grass

or huddled in the stairway amongst the sounds

of the rats running across the cellar floor upon broken glass...

...knowing it was a forbidden thing...

a nasty thing...between girls ...

though not conceptualizing its form only a sense of feel

that later in my life would offer itself in full fruit

Ms Tj