but the goddess
the goddess made of wood
that we bought once in senegal
the goddess with dark breasts
and beaded earrings
and a big face
and one shell hanging from each hand
and two lines on each cheek
yes that goddess with small dark breasts
she hit the ground
my heart jumped
i had just moved one plant, see,
she was silent
i heard her say:
put it back like it was
where it was
where i was
and the moral of this story?
there is truth in
her breasts.
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