one night in Troy

I built a house and I reside now on the outskirts of Earth.

Life is a window I spent years peering through because I was once brave enough to exit via exodus and the moment stung worse than a hornets nest. I’m still sucking back my breath.

I’ve seen through your curtains and there’s a tsunami of starbirth you haven’t managed to grapple yet. One night in Troy, I should’ve said I met Achilles on the internet. He wrote poems in blood, then lifted his hand to his sword and used another to congratulate a Myrmidon.

I playfully warned I have bodies stashed in my pantry I haven’t tallied yet. The outcome was fucking marvelous. Heaven sent. He called me a goddess. I still haven’t gotten out of his bed.


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