Sharing a Room

Sometimes I am male:
I call vulva cock and balls,
call Adam's apple the fruit of the gods.
I gaze in admiration at a
sharp jaw, broad shoulders, a 
muscled back.

Other times:
I am male adjacent. 
I am male's roommate, who
sees his underwear on the floor and complains.
I am male's roommate, who
notices male's anger, his unruly temper.
The muscles in his back tense 
when he sees his chest
when he stares into the mirror for too long.
I notice the post-climax crying, the
numbness, the internal 
ache.

Sometimes I am male:
I call vulva cock and balls,
call Adam's apple
the fruit of the gods.
I gaze in admiration at a
sharp jaw, broad shoulders, a
muscled back. 
I remember the pain
on an old soft face.
I used to look a lot like my roommate.