can read and enjoy books by women but
there is a sticky biological reality:
Mars and Venus, baby, that’s the tea—
Jane Austen doesn’t make the boyfriend cut
and girls prefer online vampiric smut
to Don Delillo. XX, XY? The free
people of the left, Marxists, post-Bastille-
stormed yearners for the why and what
of history have, in this modern age,
converged upon a relatively straight-
forward conception of the many differences
between the genders, flesh of clay and cage
unribbed to make a more domestic mate
who ain’t and isn’t what the other is.