at long last i met the famous elke at college park. actually it was a two-for-one deal: i got to meet her girlfriend and another close friend of lana’s, kim. the visit was bittersweet, being both my introduction of kimandelke and their farewell to lana, who’s transferring. but elke was in high spirits. she gave me a cupcake, which functioned as my dinner, and a margaret cho poster she’d intended for liz. but when she said “notorious c.h.o.” i yelped louder, so it went to me.

we spent the night at nomi and jamie’s quiteclean, quitewhite apartment. i withdrew cunt from my bag and a discussion ensued about how good exactly women need to feel about that particular region of our anatomi. i thought about but didn’t recite the poem i wrote in cape cod on the subject (funny how certain themes keep popping up sometimes):

The Other Woman

alone of all of us,

she looked at her other face in the mirror.

she examined her other mouth

while we were content to marvel at arm’s length

what went in and came out

of ours.

before we knew of another eve –

not apple-eve, but the eve who laid

a cross-section of her apple out

for the world to examine, and felt no shame – she

alone of all of us

could say Vagina and not turn the color of one.

somehow we’ve leapt ahead of her

Liberated in college, acquainted with women

like the other-eve – not that we should be

ashamed of the first one, who had no mirrors, but

in biting into that apple discovered introspection –

we have developed relationships with our other faces

We have reached inside ourselves and shaken hands

Her acquaintance remains professional, detached

One face communes with the other

without (the pleasure of) electronic translation.

(she who deserves it most)

we share. we try to. we’re shy

and really we know that she, in whom both eves

reside, knows better than we do, still – and when

like children all my faces can do

is make faces at each other, i envy hers.
(summer 2002)

today i brazenly decided to have my way with 104 sheets of paper. a hardcopy version of true love waits now sits on my bed. i’ll take it to kinko’s i guess to get all them pages affixed. now if only i knew the step after that.

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