Her Defense
your wrists? Did I
drive this red fruit
down your sweet throat?
Did I eye you
boldly until you blushed?
Was your wholesome heart
made unwholesome by me?
Sweet man, so helpless
beneath my witchy spell.
You let them believe
I was the one
in cahoots with Sin.
My daughters and I
make men our bitches,
is that the story?
Have you tried out
self-control, free-will
you wuss? Have you
tried blaming your God-
damned self for once?
Have you? Have you?
-- Anna Guzon
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very funny great foreword motion all the questions in the world to one man
twirled around Tsvetaeva has a poem An Attempt at Jealousy that is furious and sad
this seems furious and happy and it ends abuptly
in the good sense
Posted by: david shapiro | June 10, 2009 at 02:18 PM