"Aviatrix". What a word. I'm going back to Ancient Rome
to give them back their gendered nouns
Our weak inflection has no need
Our culture cares less how you peed
And while I'm there I'll try to trade
it for a real semantic aid
like plural "you"
but one
not mired
in so many associations
one
I can hear
without visions
of roller-coasting through so many little hills
out of the dry county
into the land of drive-through bourbon
and Waffle House
Like a bat out of hell
thirstily descending
upon the hapless deer
midway between
a Pharaoh's pasture
and the tobacco fields
where a mother grows ditch-weed
to smoke desperately
in a beat-up car
on the side of the road
late at night
with a long-lost friend