I know u love war; quiet blonde
former Young Republican
thoughtlessly & carelessly
corrupt sitting on ur block of ice;
like the woman from Attica
who asked Gorgo the queen of the Spartans
why only Spartan women could rule men;
Gorgo replied Because we are the ones
who give birth to them.
that is an unburied treasure from the foggy mists
of ancient womb upon womb upon womb;
I thrive in the dark tomb of ur wet ocean,
the swirling seat where I live blind
& invisible meandering
through cosmic Hades;
sister wet under the blanket
craving kimchee w/ extra beef & no egg
talking to the sunlit Barbie
washing her w/ iodine;
the temple crawls, come to me
O Clytemnestra!
I know u can hear me; u women
resembling statues of polychrome Jesus
standing there in the shadows;
ur corner staked out in the galaxy,
ur art one of calculated sores;