One o'Clock at Night by Mina Loy — Read

Though you had never possessed me / I had belonged to you since the beginning of time / And sleepily I sat on your chair beside you / Leaning against your shoulder / And your careless arm across my back gesticulated / As your indisputable male voice / roared / Through my brain and my body / Arguing dynamic decomposition / Of which I was understanding nothing / Sleepily / And the only less male voice of your brother pugilist of the intellect / Boomed / as it seemed to me / so sleepy / Across an interval of a thousand miles / An interim of a thousand years / But you who make more noise than any man in the world when you clear your throat / Deafening / woke me / And I caught the thread of the argument / Immediately assuming my personal mental attitude / And ceased to be a woman / Beautiful half-hour of being a mere woman / The animal woman / Understanding nothing of man / But mastery / and the security of imparted physical heat / Indifferent to cerebral gymnastics / Or regarding them as the self-indulgent play of children / Or the thunder of alien gods / But you woke me up / Anyhow / who am I that I should criticize your theories of plastic velocity / "Let us go home / she is tired / and wants to go to bed. "