XXVII. Clytemnetsra, daughter of Leda
inspired by Donetta and Wendi

by Jeremy Wayne Couch

My mama knows
how many lies I have told
and to how many men
I let myself be sold

She doesn't mind or care
that I chose my body to bare
She taught me well

You may say we fell
from Grace
But the truth is
we jumped

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