Helen was a girl as her mother healed

                                                       a  grub  who  crawls  out of  an  eggshell  daughter to

Leda
                    whose beauty   THEY SAY

                         “also cost her”
   what’s the cost of living in a female body  ?  of  bathing  in  a  waters  at  Eurotas River

?
   She could never look at a bird again

especially white ones

                    & white was    all the Greeks

                                                 desire
bloodless women    &    bloody men
    feed it all back into the massive    hole
in the Aegean   volcanic   cunt in the sea
                                                            they watch Crete swallowed they say

                                                            will the Mycenaeans follow
                     or shall    certain    Sacrifices    be    made  ?    they say,  that Cunt is Hel





***
THESTORY OFTROY THESTORYOF TR OY  THE STORY OF TROY

    stones embedded in the hilts of shields and swords  patriliny
embedded in gore  baths of flesh  globs of blood

                                        yet they were afraid of menstruation
the chains with  which conquerors dragged their prisoners behind them were still

made of base metals





***
κυνωπιδοs

cune – o – pee – dos
                    dog-eyed one
shameless
     bitch-face
κυνω  >   dog-cunt
Hephaestus calls Hera his mom this:  dogface
compliance

dogs fawn

do anything for food

no

honor

no

self

res

pect
it is because  she is  a dog.  filthy and terrible.  wide-eyed dog.

it must be  because  she is  a dog.  filthy and terrible.  wide-eyed dog.

it is because  she is  a dog.  filthy and terrible.  wide-eyed dog.





***
     we                    launder expensive dirt in Paris  in a cauldron all these hands

inside

 with   the fibers   ratcheting perfume  off-gas  in a tub.   b ut th e   h a n d s  femme

and beyond femme …
                    wake up with him in my bed.    Kryptogeneia says.
Gold and abalone weave up around   gleam from my neck   when you see with Other eyes

Blacksea  saltdarkens aroundme       jewels dump  weight
is it  far  from when we  marched     sli pped  on  bl  ood     bulge-eyes headlock  cops
                                        the purge

is bitter 
 impenetrable shell-helmet  split horseshoe crab  mound of sinew gore and twisted faces

in combat

        hidden  	
(pupusa) tear gas gas gas gas gas gas
kelp water licks my lips  salt tower                    just enough      not to die





***
full of the celebrity of owning other bodies
          wilder ness   star wards   back   again
     moist black earth bough        azure psych-light   i am the horror   and the  joy
what  won’t pay the  RENT  to those who own:  dudes ma de  this stor y  BACK  WARD  a

woman must always
to kill  think  to rip  the balls from her attacker   ward of the state   monthly check   how

to  —  take Leda, my mom. or  Leo, Andre     Orea Eleni me
LET ME TELL YOU ALL THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME   ripped splayed

murdered apart by
Theseus  at  banks    River Eurotas   same place as Leda my mom!   by feathers awful

i’ve always hated the line A shudder in the loins engenders there    fuck Agamemnon

and the wall       stake beak at throat

 all

 blood of my mother is first blood continuous limb-loosening BLOOD   rusts the world …

whereupon i became an egg birthed 
as a grub on 
a
 hill     like any war you wonder

         why you ever came home





***
     waxed   glad   soldiers dropped their battlegear it bit the mesopotamian guantanamo

dust  their bodies they lay upon the earth   the sun bit them  for they were not free
Iris flew to  me  strong-limbed  as with double-conscious purple weave  I weave my story

un doing the undo desaparecidas feminicidios of woman  nothing is indelible, just remember

THAT while you carry a body on earth  they do nothing  for my sake or yours  this war

this war  that is not what it’s about;
when you sit in the cold room  the weave unties the hands  the hands in the laundry tub.
so i went to the wall  where they spit upon the tree of Helen.    and
pour forth their lily-livery voices; such upon a wall.    you know i didn’t go to Troy or the

wall. never  was there a wall.  but it was insisted  and i stood upon a wall.     
Men  e la us   would have   drag Paris  Alexander by his dancer throat   but Paris was a

dance, sat there as one that had but  newly ceased from dance     his aristo-outfit     high

and far   above an   arrondissement

on fire.
what does she have in her heart Aphrodite      for she also stands around the laundry tub

for Aphrodite is me  and wears the  raiment  that walk a walled Parisian citadel    for

during the commune,   no one   could   easily          leave Paris
 but the shine goddess   her sun-flash eyes   led the way   and i did not talk just now

                                                                                but did return to the weave