this just another medea story

of throwing bones at the problem of foreign blood/ flowering

in unfamiliar places (a marriage to begin with)

of oceans and receding family from

blades upon limbs and sails to tie each other in matrimony

learning to tear from orange and chorus (always a chorus of married men and their

wives) using her mothers her wives and daughters

using her marble and

hot belly blood

like maybe she arose from froth

and seawater and can still knock over

all the pieces everything in place

because he only ever used her as a pawn

but she knows words like sorceress

like queen

of reputations reverting to sand in the pits

of their bodies the bellyful (he) carries

and in the end (was written by men created by men and contrition)

she is not an island

she will eat the land mass

and everything it owes her