the story
of the world
is simple
as told by women
we awake
we grow, wife, whore, widow
it all comes
full circle - doesn't
really matter
the year or the day
or who is in charge
or how the
night stars are
ordered, or slept
in - what matters
the new name
or the old: the sunset or sunrise
the men blame
us as we blame
the gods who gave us the right
to make boys
into men, w/little
more than an acceptance
