Like hungry dogs we turned on each other.
Two *******, tearing skin from bone,
strips of fleshy dignity dropping from jaws
as we fight for a *****, as we fight not to feel
the smack of one more rejection.
To feel pretty, to feel desired, to be worthy-
the things that women are built upon.


It’s in Athena’s wrath, that turned the Gorgon’s head
to snakes, and made her sweet face unsightly.
Cixous said that she was beautiful and laughing-
at first I didn’t understand, but now I see it too.