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Venus in 1998
by Rae McKinley
I am maybe only partly hip and waist and thigh
but more so tempting men with the yearning in my eyes.
I am infinitely more flesh than bone
and more fantasy than men have nights to dream
I am love,
lover,
temptress,
mistress.
I am sister,
daughter,
mother,
pain.
I am maybe mostly broken hearts that conjure me with tears.
but more so estrogen incarnate drowning in fallopian cesspools.
I am the birth of all things of man with the world dripping from my lips.
I am untouchable goddess wrapped in bloodstained sheets.
I am virgin,
matron,
wife
and whore.
I am yielding,
stopping,
stealing
falling on my knees.
I am a little dangerous when you have me on my back,
but at my best when you are pinned inside of me.
I reveal the madness in men's hearts, the tragedy in their souls,
covet every jaded word, limb, misogynist thought.
I am destroyer,
upheaval,
defiler,
dream stealer.
I am raving lunacy,
growing sane in a crazy world,
I am kin to Pandora
and dead to Zeus.
I am banished from Eden and whiplashed Saturday night.
And I am new age Madonna without immaculate deception.
I am killer bees,
dairy queens,
Delilah's cries,
every woman, every man
I am Venus for 1998.
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About the Author:
Rae McKinley runs the Poetry Diner. She
has previously written "Cyclone Ranger" for the October, 1997 issue of Grrowl!,
and "Still Learning" in May, 1997.
What do you think?
[snarl! of the month]
[babies]
[poland solo]
[protection from or by the boys?]
[venus in 1998]
[well enough]
[dancing birds]
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