when Ariadne wakes

Ariadne really woke before Theseus left. The truth is that she packed his bags, and sent him to his ship. She waved goodbye, with relief.

When she woke, she saw he was just a man, who was not smart enough to escape the Minotaur alone. He would never admit that she was the agent of his escape. It was really Ariadne who killed the Minotaur.

She climbs back to her plinth to rest from the exhaustion of catering to his every need, and pretending she was happily submissive.

And so, Ariadne wove a fence around Naxos, so he could not return. The magical properties of her thread were totally unknown to Theseus,

done

done: carried out or completed

finished: to have no more need

end: termination of a situation

write these down
on pieces of paper
everywhere
everyday
small little pieces of paper that litter the house, clutter the floor
step on them find them in the purse
little scraps of yellow post it notes
scraps of gas station receipts
pieces torn from envelopes

each piece of paper: a reminder he never even wrote a love letter

each word a reminder: to no longer be treated like
an Option.

Ice

Jää means ice in Estonian and the root of the word, 'forever.'

Estonian is such a pure simple poetic language. Polar bear:Ice Bear. Cold as ice: Ice Stone.

endings

fissure:
a narrow line made by cracking or breaking
to split

lie:
intentional false statement
to deceive

the fissure: the lie


the fissure is the foundation of the relationship

one stands to the right
one stands to the left

the hands meet

the fissure shakes wider

the hands pull apart
the fingers barely touching
until the one on the right turns away
when she sees his head is already turned away

trace

Listening for a trace of me in your life: nothing.

You record nothing. Not even the faint vibration of my love.

I am absent, although I am present.

No echo. No shadow. Not even a ghostly x-ray.

Two

There are 2 types of men in my life.

Theseus, the handsome adventurer, the rake, the man for whom I would and do sacrifice myself. The man who inevitably abandons me for another adventure, another woman, while I sleep unaware.


Dionysus, another rake, the man who turns me into a Muse. The man who uses me for poetry, while pretending to save me. The man who does indeed love me but who also flits off for further adventure.

And in the end, I, like Ariadne, forget my own gifts.

Ariadne sleeps

Ariadne sleeps on the island of Naxos

In the house without curtains
His fingers caught slightly in the window
As he says goodbye
A fearful cat sits on the chair
In the windows float the eyes of dead butterflies
Yellow eyes

In a chair sits Ariadne

Asleep

Her eyes open slightly once in her dreams
To let the tears out

Just one tear
For each man

Her ball of thread wrapped around each chair leg
Tying her to the kitchen

Her eyes sparkling
in the dim light

That at midnight are tossed into the night sky
A constellation of loss hope dreams

Table of Elements

Table of Elements


Bosco

Atomic Number: infinite

Atomic Weight: a flash

Melting Point: 1500 miles

Boiling Point: eye contact

Density: impenetrable

Phase at Room Temperature: magnetic ablaze

Element Classification: unclassifed