unchaste

The only part of a woman God

didn’t want

was her mind.

I wore my skirts below

the knee,

cultivated piety.

But at night I dreamed of

words

that coupled

and twined,

bore dangerous offspring,

chimeric and untamed.

I woke panting,

repentant,

eager for sleep.

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