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Nov 2012
i was 15 when Kokopele knocked me up
and i was ripe, though unready --
every day i visited my spot
at first to relieve, but then to sate allure --
invisibly appeared,
mysterious pleasure day and night
throbbing at the thought
of that strange spot.
i clawed to sate in dream
what goddess women understand
in noontide reveries,
sultry swells of swoon
i don't know how my belly grew
was it at that drafty wall
or by the reeds..
there were several spots it seems.
i am ashamed
i was told to be ashamed
of this belly i love, and body
cravings carved into my soul,
covert sudden lusts
set in stone at 50,
children grown and making music of their own,
in tents along the streams'
comingled murmur moans,
he visits each in turns
to teach the spiral dance
and finish in the seeded womb.
flowers glow to settle racing heart with truth
infant recognition of an origin's choiceless birth
and now, i am in force --
become katcina cougar, proud Kokopelmana:
the role is taken by the horn --
eat my cornmeal cakes
with crooked somiviki smile while i make you mine
you can scatter but i will find you hiding
purring soft to catch you firm --
every boy and man will learn







.
the Hopi stories this is based on can be found in a google book:

http://books.google.com/books?id=lGLAK2CW0WIC&pg;=PA42&lpg;=PA42&dq;=Kokopelmana&source;=bl&ots;=o-4JPDjDx8&sig;=NLKW7LJjb12wvlsNT8o6PgoIxYs&hl;=en&sa;=X&ei;=xAywUJ36H-aVyAHx0YDwBQ&ved;=0CFQQ6AEwCA#v=onepage&q;=Kokopelmana&f;=false
vircapio gale
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