My body has no sex
No telltale curves
Or indentations
My body is before sex
It is plastic, cold and dry
And where my legs meet
They just join
With the smoothness of a doll's body

When I toss and turn
I am not dreaming of you:
Of salt and blood and sweat

I dream of toaster ovens
And microchips
And polymer products
And nothing

My body has no sex