Don’t come to this altar offering
something fleeting.
I’m not interested in your libations
poured out in well rehearsed performances.
Why do you speak from one side of your mouth or the other?
Whore or wholeness- could you stand for it to be both?
Or would it shatter your meager vessel and leave your precious oils
in sorry puddles at your feet.
You don’t want a goddess to worship.
You just want the likeness.
Don’t ask me to shrink the vast spaces to fit inside your pocket.
Of Words and Whimsy 