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Airea D. Matthews
We're saying we're exhausted

by you. Coveting the smallest sliver

of attention just so you might feel

requisite a little while longer,

a little more desirable to nobodies.

Bodies don't even matter. Do you

listen to the signs we send—

beetles in the crux of storm, stray

pussies meowing you home, June

bed defiled by mice? And you

fancy yourself a goddess for no earthly

reason. Think of how fiercely Persephone

unyoked March from May. Recall Inanna

had enough sense to visit Hell and not

reminisce the landscape.
from the book BREAD AND CIRCUS / Scribner
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