Breast Cancer

It turns out that a man can have breast cancer,
So why not say this blood is from menstruation,
If anybody has that inclination?
Change happens: leaves turn red, the Bengal Lancer
Follows his guru, and a ballet dancer
Thumps about gracelessly. Organization
May work — could women help men vacation
From simple manhood? With a necromancer?

I start by calling on my feminine side,
To teach her boxing, welding, murder ball,
And learning poetry and the siren call
Of high fashion. We are becoming wide,
Containing multitudes. When Larry died,
It was breast cancer. Same thing for us all.