One day lying on my stomach in the afternoon trying to sleep <br /> <br />I suffered penis envy (much to <br /> <br /> my surprise <br /> <br /> <br />and with no belief in Freud for years <br /> <br /> in fact extreme <br /> <br />antipathy) what could I do but turn around <br /> <br /> <br />and close my eyes and dream of summer <br /> <br /> in those days I <br /> <br /> was a boy I whistled <br /> <br />at the gate for Tom. <br /> <br /> <br />Then I woke up <br /> <br />then I slept <br /> <br />and dreamed another dream <br /> <br /> <br />in my drowned father's empty pocket <br /> <br />there were nine dollars and the salty sea <br /> <br />he said I know you my darling girl <br /> <br />you're the one that's me<br /><br />Grace Paley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-day-202/
