After the deaths
I compared myself
to the Magdalene
or others views of
the Magdalene:
sexually explicit,
wanting, pleasuring
anything that moved.
I threw stones at myself,
looked in the mirror
at the swollen welts
then remembered we were
just women who wanted love,
misunderstood, mistaken;
perhaps when we gave
away our bodies we gave away
our hearts.
What if it actually meant something
or, rather, what if we burned out of
grief, out of a desire
to fill the Void?

01/26/2007

Posted on 01/26/2007
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