i.
this one i knew
when i was
still new and
as bulky as artichokes
he had grandfather’s eyes
and giant knees
he made me
excellent
and faithed both
sun and moon
to grow me into a woman
so i could be
flat enough
to view the
sky of men
and i loved him
as i sat on the ground
skirt and sex
sewn together
and waited in a graveyard
of dolls and hands
trained to pour tea
yes
you please me
he said
now bleed
ii.
and the second
was not cruel
for he taught me
how to wash the dead
and crochet the bones
during lunch
he did this
touching me deaf
so i may listen
to the unsaid more clearly
and hate my voice
the one that kept asking
as if i had the right
to know
and still
i obeyed
through a fist of a face
my dark girls
sleeping fitfully
legs open
to more than just
the moon
yes
i own you
he said
now kneel
iii.
but the third
comes at me
like a matador
red flag face
and slapping me
like money
he wants the
bitch
in me
watch her
crawl on his
angry dirt
and wear his
rape hat
like a fresh wife
again and again and again
i startle him
and remove
the plugs
the strings
and roll him back
into his cave
though he has made me weak
as holy water
i am no longer his
peppermint
and will chew on the eyes
of his four horsemen
no
i do not believe
i said
now die
iv.
since then
i have lived in
infamy
though cords and cunt
belongs to me
i row a shallow boat
naked to the waist
mobbed in onion oil and sweat
but the sea
does not forgive me
and swells to strange lands
which bees me until
i lay once more
beaten
to the ground
and it is here
i think
let this fourth god
be a tribal woman
who is forbidden
but unhushed
and i will rise
from her dust
to offer fruit
and sell myself
for a piece of her
gold horizon
for truth is like incense
in its smoke flies faith
and works only
if there is ash
Author notes
I find it funny that although we lose our faith in toys and gods as we grow older, the very first time ill winds touch our sails, we return with eagerness to our childhood prayers.
Or it could just be me.
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and i am beyond return
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Wow. I am very impressed with the strength and power in this...
Bloody fantastic write.
and no...its not just you.
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onerous 13 er something like that
could quick become a favorite
as this was amazing
no matter the outcome
just wow... again -
I kept wanting this to stop for fear that it would be lessened
but damn you
pulled it off until the last word
a fucking masterpiece
thank you...
so much
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Amazing!
Wow this is so amazing! I haven't read anything like this before. So dark, with haunting imagery, profound, metaphorical, twisted...downright incredible!
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I'm bowing too!
You've really found a million ways to amaze me, dear 
I honestly can't find a favorite part, no matter how many times I scroll back up Yoru work always leaves me speechless. 
Jeanette*~
P.S. Hope you're fantastic
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i bow to the goddess.
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awesome, as usual! I loved this. Simply elegant. My favorite line was:
he wants the
bitch
in me
watch her
crawl on his
angry dirt
and wear his
rape hat
like a fresh wife
again and again and again
That was just freaking resounding. I adored this one, truly. Great job.
Sli -
well, fuck.
that's incredible.
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excellent...excellent images
far too many to even bother going into them, the whole thing is one of the freshest approaches to this topic I've ever seen
bravo
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quick question, what does 'bees me until' mean?
sorry i just got a little confused and was wondering if it was on purpose or a typo.
but as for the poem itself i cannot tell you without totally admiring you how well you did this. i mean the images you have put together are so fucking fantastic and it actually has inspired me in such a way that i really feel like writing now. thank you so much for sharing this and im so glad your on my favorites
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lol...it wasn't a typo...'bees me' means life's little stings...the ones that hound you like a swarm of bees. lol Was just my poetic way of expressing such sentiments.
But thank you for the lovely comment. Really appreciate it.
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awesome
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the first two segments are so fuckin' beautiful, i read them both twice immediately. i think i got who the 'he' was in the poem..what a perfect hypocrite to choose. one of my favorite lines had to be 'but the sea does not forgive me and swells to strange lands' because it was just so great, reminding me that the word could be soon inundated and flooded with water. and baby, you've got that hold horizon.
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No... not just you. lol. Such a write, damn. Totally engrossed me. Excellent portrayal of hypocrisy.
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Oooh, a poem with parts! The only thing I'm confused about is who the hell the "he" is in the poem. lol. That wouldn't matter to a stranger, but I know you and so subconsciously try to put faces to the characters in your poems, even when I know they are metaphoric. Go figure.
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I thought it was obvious...who the 'he' is...and who else would it be god himself? lol That four face bastard...*crosses herself quickly and gulps*
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lol But you hardly write about God, and because you never capitalize ANYTHING (you blasphemous heathen!) how is one to know? sigh.
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The "now bleed" and "now kneel" parts are so very clever and work well to connect the ideas within the poem. This has a great flow too, not in that it falls easily from the toungue (although it does that too) but each stanza flows into the next. Although surreal in some places, there is nothing random sewn in for the sake of it and serving no real purpose.
This isssss fabulous !! I was totally engrossed; poetic yet with a story-like quality. I think you always leave your reader feeling like they've been dragged through a thorny bush! In a good way though
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Incredible write!!
no... it's not just you.
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