About Me Jul 28, 2006
I am Ophelia dead in the waters
I'm a vestal virgin, a vicious bacante,
The imaginary cat
You stroke on your couch in evenings.
I am Mary Magdalene,
a gipsy fortuneteller,
a mother seeking her kin,
unwedded widow,
pregnant with desire.
I am the last of September's grapes,
the dust on the sandal of a prophet -
a crystal,
a quark -
all of Calcutta's paupers.
I am the mischieved Leda,
I am Lady Godiva,
the earliest of Spring's buds,
the Maker's kaleidoscope.
I am a turn in the Path,
I am the steps of the Journey,
a temple,
a worshiper who knows no god.
I am the flesh,
effervescent blood,
the second just before dawn.
I am the Craft of the Mas
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