I kissed Midas

and with that, my lips are gold-
I tried to love Medusa,

and now my heart is stone
Steadily, I stole pearls from Poseidon’s throne,

but Boreas took them – my hands, now froze
then I slept with Hades, he burnt my perfect skin-
he caressed me in his oven and taught me how to sin.
I thought I loved Atlas so I touched her tired face,
and with that she gave me

the weight of the entire human race
I was wrong in all of this – in my thievery and love

and wrong for right reasons

to make space for

the one