I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of the cosmetics and the silks.
There were still men who sat at my table,circled around the bowl I offered up.
The bowl was filled with purple grapesand the flies hovered in for the scentand even my father came with his white bone.
But I was tired of the gender things.
Last night I had a dreamand I said to it…"You are the answer.
You will outlive my husband and my father."In that dream there was a city made of chainswhere Joan was put to death in man's clothesand the nature of the angels went unexplained,no two made in the same species,one with a nose, one with an ear in its hand,one chewing a star and recording its orbit,each one like a poem obeying itself,performing God's functions,a people apart."You are the answer,"I said, and entered,lying down on the gates of the city.
Then the chains were fastened around meand I lost my common gender and my final aspect.
Adam was on the left of meand Eve was on the right of me,both thoroughly inconsistent with the world of reason.
We wove our arms togetherand rode under the sun.
I was not a woman anymore,not one thing or the other.
O daughters of Jerusalem,the king has brought me into his chamber.
I am black and I am beautiful.
I've been opened and undressed.
I have no arms or legs.
I'm all one skin like a fish.
I'm no more a womanthan Christ was a man.
