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.
The Goddess
The Goddess
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.