Sweet Aegis: Medusa Poems,
this was the quiet between
And between that, rages unhinged
Monsters born in the reckless dark.
My crime was desire--
not for him but for myself,
to be then as I had been, to be
from then on as I was.
In those days I was little
more than a place
to trespass, an abyss
in which another
will might harden
and hold fast.
You may consider
it tragic, at best, ironic,
the way I altered
from one ideal to its inverse,
the way affect becomes effect,
right becomes riot.
It’s the secret we kept, the long list tallied
each evening; who begot whom; who killed,
defiled, imprisoned, devoured. I took
my shape and the tasks that came with it:
to nurse my own, to eat another’s.
Piscis Grandis, sea monster, goddess,
mother, savior, wife, murderer—it was all
one order obeyed, dutifully fulfilled.