The Goddess
The Goddess
She who every night
I prayed
Would visit me
Would visit me
Every night.
Who was she?
Some amalgam
Of babysitters,
Young teachers,
Older cousins.
Beneath the sheets,
In the shadow
Of the mountains
Of my knees,
I paid her homage,
My only currency.
Behind me,
The crooked day,
The only road
By which I
Could reach her,
Seemed to straighten.
Over time, I came
Under the sway
Of new divinities.
I stopped praying
For her to appear.
She stopped appearing.
But that isn’t
The same as saying
She disappeared.