constellation (let me live here, too)

the dreaminess of being
the woman by the sea
archetype complete
with long cotton night
gown, with curls piled
on head, with cunt
to signify woman
what happens when we
have more than that
archetype burst through
and expanded, a mash-up
we look the part and feel
beyond it while also of it
the exhaustion of the
multitudinous dance
what if the answer is just
that each is an outfit, a face
to a prism, one not eradicating
the other, slender homes,
temporal interpretations,
yes a code, yes a lineage
and yet how many seaside
women had cocks, too, 
were hermaphroditic
were also men, were 
hungry in all sorts of ways
woman a heartbeat
and starting point
not the only