- Becoming Mythological
The minutes of the day tick off—falling from their black frets between the Roman numbersonto the kitchen floor.And it makes you uneasy
the way I sneak up behind you,rest my chin inside the hollow of your shoulder . . .Someone should do something about this
sudden unexpected silence,it comes to us from across the sea . . .
from the blue tile roofs of Mykonos,the island where Zeus battled the Titansand won.
Last night, you brushed your hair 100 timeswhile I tried to read the tattooetched across the nape of your neck . . .
a message from the gods
is all you told me it said. [End Page 97]