Winter 2002 • Vol. XXIV No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 2002 |

Who Wants It or Not

The mind of Eurydice in the head of Orpheus, as the head turns toward me. Slash, a head is cut off. Lap, lap, lap of the water sucking itself back into the inside of itself at the beach on the island of Lesbos. And history. History. The head of Orpheus shoved around by sea and land. Once I lived on the island. Sat above that cove with the Aegean all around. All alone. Lonely, desolate, by a pile of dirt. The dirt shifted and a pebble rolled into my hand. When I looked down, it was the head of a girl. Two thousand years old. Years and years.

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