I remember as a little girl,
I’d mention often to my mother
how badly I wanted a boyfriend.
Whenever I had a new crush-of-
the-month I'd remind her of their
name and zodiac signs. I’m not
a big fan of Aquarius men. My
elementary–still advanced in the
worst ways–knew only that boys
liked my khaki uniform skirt and that
I knew the answers to every assignment.
Most days I think of meeting that young
girl. Telling her that liking boys is not a
personality trait nor is the male perception
reality. Though now, I ponder if I still am
boy-obsessed. Now I ponder if I were
presented with the “perfect man” if I’d
return his affection. I ponder myself at the
altar in a dull wedding dress. Hand in
hand with a stranger, heart feeling empty.
Looking into the crowd of buried women-
queens. At that moment I stagger.
Falling to my bottom. My body is still and breathless.