11. After Reading The Egyptian

In Crete I walked along the shoreline

Contemplating the fate of it’s people

Bull gods and dancing

A stronghold against sensibility

 

I too could paint my breasts

Beauty displayed to the world

Focus my attention on  the delicate 

Folds of fabric in my skirt

 

In Crete I walked along the shoreline

Only–I was never really there.

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