B is for Stealing

No fraternization between gods! You stay on your side... and I on mine And ideally... ideally we should be fine. But I have seen the daughter of Sati My life is wrapped up in the folds of her hair To be clear, i have no interest in her Mother My Father has proven enough for me Yet frequently I seek out her stories Sitting on a tongue that sailed the ocean Resting in palms that mirror mine to pray This is where it all falls down again Down the folds of a sari Into the navel of the daughters of Sati Where I often thought of burying my head. Not that there's a difference with Buddha's Warrior Women Or... even the sons of Darwin He, who long since hid all the gods in a closet with last year's winter clothes. But it's always been her, hasn't it? The writer, the musician, the virtuous one.... The Same. And me trying to remind myself to LEAVE-PEOPLE-GIRL CHIL'-ALONE! She Sati's daughter When my own cousins should have caught my eye. The