You're an egghead with two yolks.

Almost Like Being in Love

Men die but an idea does not.

I've grown accustomed to the trace / Of something in the air, / Accustomed to her face.

A schedule so tight that it would only work if I didn't sleep on Monday nights.

Why can't a woman be more like a man? / Men are so honest, so thoroughly square; / Eternally noble, historically fair.