Being Mary
Mary drying his feet with her hair.
Mary at the temple calling for him.
Mary full of sperm on a street corner.
Mary full of a Grace,
a grace that makes her invisible
to women haters.
I want to put all the girls together.
Maybe he does also?
Maybe this virgin that men slobber over,
this mother, this worshiping foot washer,
this whore with a heart,
maybe this patchwork Mary
is the only Mary,
and if so
let us adore her.
For if we don’t
he might not like our slobber,
he might wipe his feet
on our doorstep as he leaves.
We might turn pale blue and invisible -
turn to stone.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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