On the Avenue
Male?
Female?
God doesn't care
about sex
& the long tree-shaded avenue
toward death.
God says
the worm is as beautiful
as the apple it eats
& the apple as lovely
as the thick trunk
of the tree,
& the trunk of the tree
no more beautiful
than the air
surrounding it.
God doesn't care
about the battle
between the sexes
with which we amuse ourselves
on our way toward death.
God says:
there are no sexes;
& still we amuse ourselves
arguing about whether or not
She is male
or He
female.
poem by Erica Jong
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