Honey Hole

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The lower my estrogen dips, the more young
    men (in their delicate, whole-body certainty
that shatters like that, like ice calved off a glacier)
    grow downright adorable. O, those stoney oafs:
grinning, nodding and yawning at the same time;
    jocks with bare ankles, flashing slivers of
footie socks; jokers studying my face ha-ha-ha-ing
    up a laugh they tricked me into swallowing;
hollow-eyed gamers following deep-space commands.
    I’ve been too …

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