The Loki Dance

Stolen

i am walking towards my distaster
i am walking heel to toe and
i am afraid of nothing
i am my own but...
he's taken
he didn't ask
but i am
splitting off my cells
white and red reminding me of
Canada
the one left scorched
the one left virgin
drinking gin
drinking blood
between you and me:

i don't know myself
i have a mystery stirring
within me a question heart
marked by constant doubt
do i receive just deceit
am i now swallowing distaster's
seed now blooming

in a garden
wrapped around my feet the vines are flowering
blood at the root soaking through
making amends for what i'll do

hear her now saying
"though they are few
they are roses" *

they are roses
rosary counting


*Sappho

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