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In the back of a car
since you ask,
the air already stale
and where I first learned
humility. Sometimes
    I think the way
of all women is to surround
you with feeling secure.
     Because of the one who holds
a new, other world within her
only waiting to be born:
     because of the young men
and the wars they seem always
willing to die for; because
of the boy on the mountain side
I remember willing to risk everything
for a few moments inside her, and
     I look at you and sign, yes
it is as Aristophanes said,
some jealous God's divided all
the whole beings into halves,
male and female, and
     I cannot do without you.