Poet Land
Widow is an irrelevant and dried up term -a woman
Forgotten
Decrepit
Unhinged
And impossibly infirm
Widow is a word for a
Shrill
Repulsive
Lonesome
Crone- haunting the belfry
Bereft
A tea-stained bag
Of rattling bone
A widow is not slick, salty blood-
Drenched lips
Aching breasts
Iron thighs
The luxury
Of full, swinging hips
A widow is not heat
Bright,
Candied,
Head on fire
Body dripping sex
Like flowers ooze syrup
Sprouting stems so fine
They conduct their own choir
The folk tale widows of my childhood
Those ruined,
Miserable banshees -nothing
Like me
Fresh tart, flesh ripe, bulging
And wonderfully complete
Yet folks still call me widow,
Goddess, how can this be?
– Ansley Flores