I am time
2021
heavy thighs - poem by Dorottya Varga
precious gift
arrives in red ink
every dark moon—
throne on the sun,
a mother’s question.
palms together
every moment
now
i gasp
in awe of the thousand
needles hugging
my golden flesh,
the setting sun
behind the sky
of my eyes.
i am time, blood
of my blood,
ancient scream—
whore,
beast.
precious gift
arrives in red ink
every dark moon—
throne on the sun,
a mother’s question.
palms together
every moment
now
i gasp
in awe of the thousand
needles hugging
my golden flesh,
the setting sun
behind the sky
of my eyes.
i am time, blood
of my blood,
ancient scream—
whore,
beast.
