i want to be a man

I want my voice deep out of my chest, like water welling up in a spring. Hard water, rock dissolved in it. A good-looking man, why not. I want excellent teeth. The angle of my cap rakish, why not, why the hell not? Tough skin, like leather. I want a beard. I want shirts. I want biceps.
I want to play basketball as if it mattered, I want to pound down the court, life or death. I want my hair to stick out over my back. I want to take my guitar out of the case and thread my arm and neck throught ...