STARLESS EYES

Historical Head and I

when marie antoinette's head was chopped off she cursed the skies because the pavement her decapitated head touched was red and all she could think about was the wine left on the table that she had been looking forward to drinking

when nefertiti's head was made into a bust she laughed at the old gods and their miniature statues because she was a goddess on earth and all she could think about was how to kill off her husband before he started thinking she was as replaceable as the pantheon

when mary magdalene's head swam with tears at jesus' body being placed in her arms she had bit a smirk from appearing because even as they wrapped the savior in white linen she held the silent satisfaction of being able to say only she had bed the son of god

when cleopatra's head rested on antony's chest she couldn't resist licking his blood that had trickled onto her wrist and all she could think about was how it was too bad that the most noble of men could also be such a pathetic hopeless romantic

when joan of arc's head touched the stake at her spine she snorted as the fire began to eat at her flesh because the voice in her head was screaming to run and the voice had once been so smart until it told her to believe in the power of a faithless god

when my head hits the floor i count to five as the dissipation of cloud nine is over and gasping is the new angel song and because all i can think about is how there has always been a hole in my chest that could never quite get full until it was stuffed and all that could be done was to scrape me open and start all over

when my head hits the pillow my eyes stay open behind my eyelids and there is something in me that makes the thirty degree Fahrenheit of my room feel like the coldest hug and mimics how my body laughs because goddamn did i love you and it doesn't mean a thing now