Then I did something
I didn’t think I could do. Dear God,
I thought about suicide, then my algebra homework,
then maybe something else godly,
how I was going to fast
and pray for a language to explain last Wednesday. I’m no god
but I’m trying to dust off the ashes
of the change. I got my period and I feel less godlike,
an unclean romance in my body, how I cupped
my hands to catch whatever came, little bit of God’s
blood escaping my vagina, or how
the idea of cutting a wrist might lead to more goddess.
Dr. Rosenbloom says I need a counselor, says
I am officially broken, that I will pick up a knife to cut the god-
spell out of me. I tell him there’s a mouth in my underwear wadded with tissue.
It sings beautiful things when it’s touched. It sings oh god.
Faith & Hope
a line break interrupting the middle of a phrase which continues on to the next line
a short, lyrical poem that have five to 15 couplets, each one ending with the same word. Ghazals were originally used by Persian poets in Arabic verse.
visually descriptive or figurative language, especially in a literary work
a comparison between two unrelated things through a shared characteristic