Eve
I am that She who slaked her need
Underneath the apple tree,
Who cursed the whole of womankind
Through our yet unbroken bloodline.
“Yes I would do it all again,”
Say both pride and humility—
And that is because the two are one
As long as we continue to bleed.
Athena
Sprung fully formed from the mind of a god
And an Apgar score that’s off the charts,
She can see the world in six dimensions at once,
Tracing every intention back to its heart.
She will give you a gift that will meet you halfway
In becoming who you’re meant to be,
And she’ll make you a spider
If you sit down beside her
And dare to think you could ever outshine her.
She crouches behind opposing perspectives
Then holds up a mirror to show your reflection.
Mary
Perhaps at twelve, as Mary perhaps was,
I may have said yes out of love,
Or at least I would have thought that’s what it was.
Consent, to faith, is a strange drug.
When Gabriel left and silence fell,
And the impossible came to dwell
In such a space as small as me,
I may have felt the infinite
Reflecting on the price of love
That weds it to its opposite—
How could it ever (always) be
That women house such mystery?
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