Anaïs Nin has too many men in her
 one for fucking
  one for faithfulness
   one to admire her
    one to analyze her
     one to promote her
      one to grate her
       one to sanctify her
        one to fire her
         one to devour her
          one to plant her
           one to embody her
            one to quiet her
             one to laugh at her
              one to read her
               one to pedal her
                one to drive her around and buy her pastry

Ï have them in me too.