Month: November 2021

  • Ismene

    Ismene

    I never dreamed to wear the myrtle crown.  She did, and ran circles under the storm clouds. Smite me,  she sang, while I helped Mother weave.  We were making the siege of Thebes.  It looked pretty in thread, gold and red.  Antigone’s was a paler fire, by sovereign will and her heart of flint. It…

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  • Sugar

    Sugar

    Power is grinning  over fine, chipped crockery because one look can fill your purse with the boons and lavishings of the men who, undefended, love you. No, they are not victims,  and if they whine from wounds,  they’re not your doing.  Someone made them look for love to buy, just as someone made you market. …

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  • Riders

    Riders

    You missed the train, you dumb slut, because you had to check the mirror again. Next one to South Ferry in 11 mins.  Aren’t we supposed to be civilized? Don’t blame the city. Vanity chewed your morning up. And would you look again?  Watch her squint at the mosaic,  desperate for reflection,  to impress no…

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  • You & the beast & I

    You & the beast & I

    The beast is as surprised to be called as you are it wags its tail. Why? Neither can pretend polite society.  You were made for this dance: your words, its fits, both wagging. Who jumps the rope if both turn an end? It must be the third, the one no one wanted but who wore…

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