Thursday, June 2, 2011
God and Eros
As a child, I was given a skull and a knife to play with.
I turned the skull on its back, so it could look up and see God.
I gave it the knife for an eye, to sharpen its vision.
I said, "Dollie, what do you see?"
She said, "One eye sees a silver blade,
The other sees a table of sky."
For a long time, we played God and Girl,
My knife-eyed Dollie and me.
She said, "The clouds are plates,
The birds are tea cups."
I said, "Here are my fingers for spoons,
And a sugar of bones for our bowl."
My mother was angry that year.
She blew through like sleet.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, cleverly using the Wind's voice to accuse.
"Playing church," I lied.
When I grew up, I used knife-eyed Dollie's face to make some Woman love me.
"You see so much," she said.
I am the restless wolf with the moon in its mouth.
I make crows crazy with their own very blackness.
"Good girl," said the Woman,
And I kissed her hard.
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