Prometheus, Slightly Off-Center

58 the minnesota review Lynn Domina Prometheus, Slightly Off-Center The statue of Prometheus hovers slightly off-center, bright as a match. Ten European flags flicker above a waterfall as you write me across the back of this postcard of your desire to be a Rockette, something I have never considered. What I wanted was to be the woman who stood at the end of the pier, her hair straggling and wet from the spray. The woman who caught the ropes from the smaller boats. The woman who kissed the moustache or neatly-plucked eyebrow of each immigrant, then folded their children into her arms. My body would be so warm everyone would float into sleep easily as moss across a pond. With their heads on my shoulder, they would dream of me like a homeland or a flame between breaths the rest of their lives. ...