|March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II|
|She in Me: Rejection of Venus
Venus lies on the kitchen table, water in a white
slip. I bow my head, kiss her hip bone, round belly.
She does not see me. She waits for Mr. Suntan, a
square-jawed beefy man. Heís been everyone's main dish
She tells me to take off my slip and wash it in the
sink. To lie and say it's hers. That will bring him to
his knees. And to hush, or her husband will hear.
Thereís nothing I will not do. I stand, half-naked, my
own small breasts and round belly exposed, lathering
my own slip with the bar of soap in the stained sink.
He does find her, and kneels by soft ripples of skin.
Iím left to watch the yellowed slip tumble in the
There is no more water. There is no more milk.
|RETURN to MARCH 2005|