I like long-stemmed purple wildflowers
and weaving braids into my hair,
wearing long skirts that bounce at my ankles when I walk
and smearing apricot seeds on my skin
in the morning.
I like movies about love,
watching kittens bat at butterflies,
and sucking a smooth mound of chocolate ice cream
from a cold spoon.
I like pink
(in the proper context)
and rounded raindrops on red leaves.
I like men in thick sweaters on cold winter mornings,
and I like them in suits and uniforms and hats.
I like them in jeans and in nothing at all,
but I’ll never want to have their baby.