Eve’s Rib

i purge the travesty

that rests inside me,

fathered by the after taste

of a bleak patriarchy,

an idiology i thought

i had fought

to its conclusion.


the solution only being

a walling off

of what i never saw.

so you point and i seek,

the places where love leaks

through the fissures,

a mirroring of the murmuring,

and i am re-membered,

as you gently enter in,

and i am formed around your rib.


© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Painting: “Resolution” by Henry Asencio

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