You,
who thought that robes like yours meant submission, sunk your dress like a burning barge
beneath the sea. You hide a pain below the vast and spreading surface of your palms, each crag
and crevice smooth ambrosia darkened shadow- spots or wine-stains on a wedding cloth.
— Cassie Garison, from “Paean to a Statue of Headless Athena,” published in Third Point Press











