Miriam Sagan

MYSTERY RELIGION

Beautiful
That wasn’t exactly me
Before the surgeons came at night
And sliced me open

They discovered my spine
Was a column
Shaped like a woman
Carrying a pediment
On her head

All this time
I’ve been walking around
Like a ruined temple
On a far-away island

No one, not even
Architect or archeologist
Can truly sympathize

That is a task
Only I
Can perform
For myself

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