My gender is being able to name twenty-three flowers
In the order they come out as the spring turns to summer
But not knowing how to open a bank account.
My gender is the color of the eyes of the first girl I was even in love with
And forgetting her name
My gender is the act of plunging into a clear lake in the rain
And feeling the cool raindrops fall from the sky
And the warm water as it surrounds me, warmer then the air
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