| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Worship the Big Dizzy Woman The words on the wall read, "Worship The Big Dizzy Woman," and I have to think it would be really cool to be a big dizzy woman getting worshiped. Being worshiped in itself would be grand-but to be a big dizzy woman would make it even better. I already see myself Big sometimes when I look at my curves and folds in mirrors around the house, but I'm forever thinking Titian instead of Cosmo to keep a grip on my sanity. And Dizzy arrives intermittently around the time my stomach empties or my lover steals sweet kisses. Woman is inherent, with the price tag shouting millions. So worship me if you will, give me wine and tickle my toes with feathers for managing the cost of teachings and persuasions since I was old enough to flip through a woman's magazine or watch my sisters as well as men look me up and down and learn of my shortcomings- Forever Infinite. Worship me as a deity-paradoxical forced to find heaven's peace and rest content at best in this hell on earth. Worship the beauty and giving dizzy in between the pressures and takings Of Woman. |
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