The Modern Woman

1/25/17

The way God moves tides

The smell of a fresh scorpion sting

Two parts undivided

I want to know what made her move.

Lava, the way beneath the skin,

the world tilts on its axis and unwinds in unholiness.

Gold. The way it scars her eyes.

Onyx. The way it shifts in the light.

How the universe turns her into a pillar of rhodochrosite fit for worship,

and I watched them say, "undeserving, undeserving,

goddess of my discord, seamstress of our chaos undeserving."

and understood why in the unraveling of her