Original Title: I Am the Goddess of Creation and Destruction
Suddenly I remember I am the Goddess of Creation and Destruction.
I deserve stones.
You’d better stay away.
I am under siege.
I can no longer feed you.
You can’t keep my bones for souvenirs,
can’t knock on my door,
can’t camp, can’t come in,
can’t phone, can’t take my Polaroid.
I’m paranoid, I tell you.
Git, get on home.
I’m an oddball.
Rarely she can’t stand kids, can’t stand you.
I haven’t the zeal of the excellent Cordelia,
the coffee in the tidy cup.
There are no groceries in the house.
I sleep until dark,
I smoke, I drink.
I’m at my best wandering around naked.
My nails are dirty, my hair a mess.
So sorry,
the Lady is not feeling well today.
Required, Greta Garbo.
A quote from Emily:
“The Soul selects her own Society—”
Rolling like Rhys’s Sargasso.
A quote from Maria Callas,
closing herself like a shoe.
Christ.
God Almighty.
Stand back. Warning.
Sweetheart, that means you.
