Women

Libby Scheier
From:   Second Nature.

Women are going blind from too much data
and the lean beginnings of truth
starting as the skin of a dead cactus
against a surface of flesh made raw
ending somewhere far into the dark canals
of children's dreams, ending somewhere
near the end of the tunnel where we give up
looking for the stark white light of the exit
and start digging into the walls
with our hands, eating
through the rock of the mountain
travelling slowly toward the blue sky
travelling slowly toward the beautiful
bodies of our naked children
our women and our men
slithering through the long measure of stone,
saintly worms, wet and subversive,
travelling slowly until our bodies open suddenly
like clamshells or dinosaur eggs
and in the mountain air against the sky
we see each other with open eyes
what we really look like.
What we are.

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