Hoping to become a woman of glass

I amble through empty streets each night, naked.

My skin glimmering like a tenuous moon

while dogs avoid my vacant eyes.

The stench of un-knowing that I carry in my head

embarrasses them so they never howl.

Sleep overtakes my brave feet

satiated by butterfly dust.

And I'm going nowhere,

vertigo cradles me.

And I am like an ancient dream,

I exist only in myself.

Night has chosen me as her lilly,

said yes to my milk-soaked breasts, my belly.

I want to be a woman of glass,

invisible to my lovers,

recipient of blood sacrifices from those

who dare to threaten, to challenge my femaleness.

© Miren Agur Meabe