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By Jack Joseph Smith

Homosexuality I say my tiny tits get in my way And it is so pretty to yourself The others penis, would be myself as well, yet two is one line of perfect eternity, until penitratiom, while all you ever wanted is for evermore the never use of degradingly bad language You know you can wear a dress on the street, and let your shoulders go to naturally curve your back, it is the hanging towell, with your passing, a long and narrow soft cot Mostly on our stomachs, arm over arm is right Better than all the gods by far feeling lifes sleep We were content, and I didn't even know about making a mistake, with the biggest bumble bee coming to us each morning, on a varenda in Honolulu We flowers who thought alone

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Under Homosexuality, the speaker describes bodily intimacy, wearing a dress, sleeping arm over arm and sharing mornings with a bumble bee on a Honolulu veranda.

The speaker moves from bodily self-recognition to remembered companionship and flowers. The page gives no separate account of the speaker's identity or the relationship outside that memory.

Claude

A typed poem titled 'Homosexuality'. It speaks of bodies and closeness, 'yet two is one line / of perfect eternity', and of freedom to 'wear a dress on the street'. It ends with contentment 'on a varenda in Honolulu' and the line 'We flowers who thought alone'.

The poem speaks in an intimate voice that crosses expected gender lines and treats tenderness as 'Better than all the gods'. The speaker is a literary voice, not a biographical statement.