Inanna's Dream



To 
wake
, arm stiff,
to the compacted silver hammer
roaring soar of distance
tremble-true and 
open

body
 spun out thin, threaded
in bright fibers pulling taut raw flesh
a tumbling of green
whistles masks a 
light
,
rubs clean this hard inside,
and great rolled swaths of blue rush in.
Under all this 
sky,
 laid flat, I break again.


Ascendent

The truth is 
held
 balanced:
Erishkigal gave Inanna back to the 
living
world; unhooked and cloak-swirled,
blackberry-bush thorn-torn,
sisterhood
 an understanding,
a darting,
a clearing of eye.








  Then   I count 
worms
watching a woman,
    hair to her ankles
skin split
              like a pomegranate
  be welcomed
            by the judges.
So many try to bargain
with my Anunna.
                  If they live better
                  If the cock crows again
                  If they don’t look
                  If they don’t stop looking.
The 
worms
          are numbered.
    Milk seeps from me
      I guard their deaths,

earth and unbirth

       through my ascending gates

sings Inanna.
     My fruiting, her spring
The world sings with her
spring as she leaves 
open
the doors,
the missing,
her place




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