Dirtbag Sappho: The Fragments

Previously.

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The people who care about us

haven’t been born yet.

Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here.

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Now, the plan is:

I’m going to have a ton of friends

and everybody listens to me sing (beautifully).

That’s the plan.

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“He is dying, Aphrodite;

that luxury-sex supplier Adonis

so what are we supposed to do?”

“Smack each other’s tits around, I guess,

And rip your own clothes off

until I can supply you with another hot shit-stirrer.”

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The moon is well gone. All the stars set.

            It’s way late, my window’s open.

                        You should have snuck in it

hours ago.

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I love, I guess, touching

and also when touching is warm

YOU know what I mean.

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I want things.

Also: I want things.

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            Eros

can Fuck himself right out of my inner circle

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            Eros

Kicking himself,

extremely nude,

straight out of heaven.

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Would like to announce that once again I have been downgraded

a little further down the food chain, thanks to

love. So whatever crawls now, that’s me.

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Those gnarled-up trees the mountain wind

is just an absolute ass to, pummeling,

that’s what love did to me.

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so whatever else happens, Atthis, just remember

who loved you before you got tits

and a driver’s license

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But I’m old pancakes, I get it,

and Andromeda is a fresh batch of hot breakfast

straight from the country,

and I think it’s great you’re taking her under your wing

maybe while you’re at it, you can teach her how to tie her gowns

somewhere other than the absolute thickest part of her legs!

Unless maybe it is part of her country charm,

that she looks so much like a tree stump from the waist down.

Style is out!

Andromeda is in!

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So Attis is gone, and I’m just corpse-waiting in the interim.

But her leaving was full-sore of snotty tears,

real ones,

all: “ohno, Sappho” and “how much we both suffer, Sappho”

and “I really do leave you all against my will.”

Which maybe true, maybe wasn’t, but I choose to take at face value. So I told her to go happy, if she could, remembering how my heart –

And if she forgot, there were always flowers to look at to remind her:

all the garlands of violets and sweet rose mingled,

the daily necklaces I wove of blossoms for her throat,

and we had soft beds for passion-settling in,

never missed a dance,

never failed to stop the car and bang it out by the side of the road when a spot looked promising

That was real.

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“where does virginity go afterwards”

where does virGINITY go afterwards

not back to your house, that’s for sure”

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Her? an apple, sweet,

red and getting redder,

just above finger-height, tip-top on the tree,

up and up and out of reach.

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Her? A mountain flower,

shepherd-crushed,

smearing sunset into the ground.

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Him? Okay uhh

how would I describe her boyfriend

he is most like mmmmmm….

pea shoots

man, I don’t know –

please do not ask any follow-up questions

You are going. To go back in time. and eat the seven wonders of the world

“Bring back the seven wonders of the world so I can eat them,” you say, mouth awash with your Chewing Juices. Yes. The mists of time gather around your table and you are swirlen backwards through the great bumping clock of Happening.

The seven wonders were the best. They were big, and there were the most of them, so much. There were as many of them as there were the moon, which is plenty. Long time ago they were big and bulging everywhere, then they were lists, and soon they will fill the inside of your mouth for eating. Let’s go back in time to eat the seven wonders of the world.

Here is the lighthouse of Alexandria. “We are here to eat art,” you say politely. You put your legs in the sea and start from the bottom, eating up towards God. You are swelling with art and light, ballooning with lighthouse. All of Egypt is laughing and happy, but crying. The Ptolemys are running away to their ships. It is the tallest honeycomb, and you crunch it. You have eaten the longest thing, and the sea is all lit up in confusion. Goodbye to Egypt; the light was big here and you swallowed it.

Here is the Colossus of Rhodes. Lick carvings of stone! Lick thin bronze plates! Lick rivets and iron bars, lick white marble! Lick and lick and lick and lick and ensalt yourself. Empty the harbor of statue, and eat up!

Here is the statue of Zeus. Become the big, healthy boy. You are eating it. You are eating it! It is the fifth century AD and you are eating him up, on his cedar throne! Eat the dark brows, the massive head, the olive sprays and gilded robes and chryselephantine lilies! Eat, eat, eat! You have a god-hunger now, and there will be nothing left when you put all the best art in your stomach!

Here is the great pyramid of Giza. Crunch her! Crunch her into tomby bits and swallow the puffed arms of the dead!

Here is the Mausoleum at Halicarnassus. “I am here to EAT,” you announce. “There has already been some eating, and my teeth are ready for more. I am the future! The future is hungry! The future is here! The future came back in time to eat the seven wonders of the world! Do you understand?”

Here is the temple of Artemis. She is the big house for the god-woman, but she can be eaten! Sculpture is the smoothest food!

Here are the hanging gardens of Babylon. yes yes yes YES YES YES YES YES. Now is the time for the most food! Now is the time for all of it to be eaten! Lower them from the sky and dangle them into your mouth! Eat tiers, eat terraces, eat irrigation, eat cubits of greenflesh! Eat the deep soil! Drink aqueducts and canals, let the gardeners come tilting with their rakes into your gullet! Open the gate of the gods and cronch it! You are here to eat the hanging gardens of Babylon, because they are art and art is food! Eat the pleasure-walks of the world-king, the wonder for all people! Dim the world with your eatings!!!!

“Thank you, time,” you say. “Now everything has been eaten, and all art hides inside my many bellies.” You ate the art, you did a good job, and a light from the Nile shines full inside you.

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