The Marble Lady
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Gaia turned around: walked
The long way up shore.
She cast away stars
With the milky haze
Of her own skin.
She has grown tired
Of division and multiplication
Growth of diameter, these
Silly equations.
She rubs the moons
Between the pads of her fingers
Flakes of meteors bouncing
Off craters.
Never there
Is one, herself,
To whom she
Caters.
Her face of
Old Earth crumbles
As if some
Recipe of sorrow
Had been caked on,
Baked in.
I have an
Idea.
Why don’t you
Wash the dishes?
Gaia snips up
Her stained apron
No more
Hurt heels,
Raccoon rings, or
Licking lips.
Gaia drinks in the
Sweet venom
Of her own tides,
Treads galaxies on
Petite feet
Who is she but the
Goddess in
All of us?