A Woman Cannot Be Tamed Like A Stone

Midnight is a dark captain whispering 

to a restless sea before a storm. 

Truth swells with tears and thunder, 

growing darker, heavier. Sculptures with naked breasts open 

their carved eyes as they flee the museum, 

leaving behind a trail of shattered glass. The sky holds her breath. When the rains come and the river rises, bruised Aphrodite 

with her sisters stir like thieves in the night, 

sidling beneath starlight. Join the parade. So many cracked plastic girls 

with bright eyes

wander Athens, hoping to drift through the suburbs 

under broken street lamps to sail down the river, away from their private nightmares. 

I was one of them.