breathes him back to life.”
and hang on his arm playing the goddess I always knew I was.
If I love him, are we eternal?
His mother bares her teeth at me, guarding her Christ,
her baby, her four oh merit scholar scientist martyr savior of her race
“I raised a sacrifice for my bad teeth and irritability,
and I loved him
I’ll be his Mary, don’t you worry.
They only call me Magdalene for my demons.
I hope it’s not a crime that I burned myself out of history
because you mouthed the Magnificat and cut us to the quick,
Shrouded Mary wails, “Is this heaven?”
but I’ll draw his blood silently
If I fight for him with graveyard claws
Will you remember the ghosts that dripped from me
I’ll fall tattered, prostituted,
Broken Madonna, he was never a statue
“If you break me, that’s okay.”