Today's poem is by Anne Love Woodhull
The gods in pieces around me, and me
not quite made. Longing,
but too young to be tired
of anything. Thinking
of the tomatoes and olive oil
I ate in the evening.
The stone phallus outside me.
Wanting water all the time.
The guide book not telling me who I am.
I rub rosemary on my teeth,
pick up a white stone and throw it
as far as I can. Passion
in search of a temple. The sea
clean and direct. Goats and donkeys,
no birds. Too hot for the snakes to come out.
Copyright © 2013 Anne Love Woodhull All rights reserved
from Night With Its Owl
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