Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-nine
Winter 2015
Villain Song for Medusa
Tammy Robacker

Sometimes the green monster in me
still believes it’s a bud-pink maiden.

When I half-close my lids to dream,
the snakes uncoil from my crown.

They swish down like golden hair.
Again, my skin is young. I am fair.

I trick myself to hold love’s stare
with this bloodstone glare.

I do not blame the boys now
for being afraid of what they see.

What other choice rose out
from heaven for me? My goddess

first-bloom plucked in Poseidon’s sea.
His seduction, my miserable ripening.

About Tammy Robacker

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