It happened again. I was indecisive. For the poem “The Sounds They Make”, I couldn’t decide. So here are the versions I made.

The sounds of those straight ladies
when they realize that their bodies
respond to whatever they get
When they forget
that they're straight
When they just can't wait
and need to have one 
perhaps more before they 're done
Those sounds form this sonata 
based on this beautiful drama
of their world changing forever
Yes, for them it's the beginning of a new chapter
Those sounds they make sure are the welcoming
introductions of what they're accepting
With those sounds, they say goodbye to straight
Oh, those sounds are so magnificent, so great!  

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