I am a writer so
I love words.
I also love women.
I like some words more than others.
I like some women more than others.
I like some words more than I like the women I address them to.
I like some women more than the words I use to talk to them with.
Sometimes, I like one or the other on their own.
Sometimes neither. Rarely both together.
With women, words can be useful. And persuasive.
With words, women are usually hopless. And give up too easily.
Maybe I am something in between a word and a woman.
Could I be female 27th in the omega of the english alpha-bet?
(what a stupid thought.
what a stupid poem.
what a stupid idea to write it.
what a stupid thing to let others read it too.)