Mary’s Gospel

Mary asked good questions.  The kind only a woman thinks.

Do I see you with my soul or with my spirit?

He smiled.  The deep kind that starts in the eye.

Neither.  It’s your mind, Miriam, the space between the two.

She chewed on that awhile, holding the weight of her hair at the top of her head.

I ate you with my mind, she said, and now you’re inside of me.

Yes, a woman’s magic.

To suckle the world and then devour it like Kali.

To suffer the stone of truth like Cassandra.

To choose blood over honey like Eve.

To cut strange fruit like Billie Holiday at Cafe Society in Greenwich Village.

To cry out your gratuitous pleasure.

To harvest your ancient, rounded, beauty.

To brave your raw death.

To become Corinthian Love.

He who has the mind to remember,

Let him Remember.

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