One day    lying on my stomach in the afternoon    trying to sleep
I suffered penis envy (much to
			     my surprise


and with no belief in Freud    for years
			in fact    extreme
antipathy)    what could I do but turn around


and close my eyes and dream of summer
			    in those days I
			    was a boy    I whistled
at the gate for Tom


Then I woke up 
then I slept
and dreamed another dream


in my drowned father’s empty pocket 
there were nine dollars and the salty sea
he said    I know you    my darling girl
you’re the one that’s me.