I'm the woman. The wo man with a w hole lot to see. The teacher always told me in school the Root of woman is man, and I said, no no you are wrong. The root of man is womb, one m is all it takes, one w and the o.b. with the g and the y and the n, well that was simply added later. So what is all this talk about man and woman and roots? Last night I saw two young women kissing and one touched the others neck and kissed her stomach as though it was velvet and they held each other's arms and kissed each other's legs, neither one knowing what the velvet really was, and it made me think of those two warm soft empty rooms, waiting to be loved. I saw two girls kissing I saw one tell the other that nothing else mattered and even though I knew that was not really true, that the m and the w and obg were all part of the inevitable scheme of things just seeing those two warm loving wombs Live without question wrapped in a blanket Asleep and asleep gave me so much reason to believe it wasn't impossible to be innocent again, and again, and again. And be born again and again inside one's sleeping self and love without question without all the needless wording and the w's and m's.