my Mother's Mother, but
they couldn't choose
a consistent nick-name:
Eevie, or Evy.
My Father did not
want to call me
what he calls his Mother
-in-Law, and my Mother
did not like the Sound of Eevie.
And nick-names fucking Matter,
when you're Irish-American.
So they named me
Lilith, instead, after
an AFAB Australian toddler,
my Father met, and was
smitten with, in the environment
in which I was conceived.
They tracked my Mother's
cycle, in hopes to make me
Woman. X-carrying sperm
live longer. You fuck early on,
and let the Y's die out.
You have to wait, if you want to
make a Woman. "Have a daughter,
and you will never be lonely,"
was a line my Father Loved
to say, when I was in puberty.
He can sleep, without me.
AnyWays, they named me Lilith,
to call me Lili, and then
Lilibean, and then just
Bean, so, it doesn't
fucking Matter."
Planetary Signatures 