Mrs. Sartre At The Beauty College

I said to the stylist at the salon,
"All is darkness." 
From the pocket of her smock, a candle
with which she beat me about the head and shoulders.

"Behold, I give you light," she said.
"Crazy motherfucker!" 
Who hired this bitch?
Wax in my hair.
Will an indifferent Stylist mold me at Her whim?
________

for my BFF Hedgewitch's Friday 55 bash, and also for Play It Again (existentialism) at Toads. Also for day 12 of my 39 poems in 39 days.

Alternate Science

Uterus.
Cervix.
Vulva.
They sound like they would be floating in space,
reclining in rings,
or swept by storms.

Named after Goddesses,
or the women of myth,
they are beyond the arc
of any ordinary thing except curiosity.

Now, comes the Traveler,
lately of places not certainly known--

blue-eyed,
delivered to the breast,
astonished.
_________

for Margaret Bednar's  artistic interpretations challenge at Real Toads, and for G Man's Friday 55!

acrylic art at top by Chelsea Bednar.