Winter 1996 • Vol. XVIII No. 1 Orpheus. Descending.January 1, 1996 |

Pure Ereshkigal

I thought I'd drive out to the slaughterhouse to get me a real meat hook, but now that won't be necessary because day before yesterday, working her wise and wicked way, my dark, grieving mother god got me four of them. Some ninety-year-old man right here in this redneck farm town had them in his cellar waiting for me. Would you like to see my antique collection? I said, Sure. Took the whole tour. Right at the end, there they were gleaming with age, dried blood, and the lamentations of many a dead pig. How much? Three bucks. I'll take three, and handed him a ten.Keep the change, I said.Take the fourth, he said. I'll get a bag. My story, in the bag. The Queen of Heaven goes down to see the Queen of Hell, gets hung on a meat hook, rots, dies, comes back a better woman. Seems I needed four spikes to drive home the meaning of my lover telling me he was leaving forever. Celibacy? It terrified me. No skin in the night, pain, betrayal, and woe, I know I'm never going to be anything n

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