waiting in Coventry

(remembering Liz Taylor)

as a striking ‘still-a-man’ but ‘would-be-woman,’

tall, elegant, straight-backed, slim,

hair corbelled with roller bun and pony-tailed

Japanese style

serves diners in a Coventry eaterie

‘their’ Cleopatra breasts brush the trays ‘they’ carry.

envious,

I steal surreptitious glances

as ‘she’, as ‘they’ are waiting to be,

weaves tables.

I’m largely at ease with my genitalia

but I’d love to have a chest like ‘theirs.’