I don’t have much in the way of religious kow-tow in me. There may be gods out there, but I don’t bend my knee nor mind. I do, however, believe that the universe is inherently female: it gives birth to us all. Goddess poetry. I write it.
She Knits for all of Us
I’m not yet done with the world; It isn’t green
enough for Me, nor for those whom I would create
and leave, pulling yellow corn from threads.
I think I’ll make those people
shit green at birth, brown through life,
gray at death, so they remember to fertilize
after I’ve pulled them from the tapestry.