Christine Kanownik
THE TOWER
The Tower was never
something I feared
like a long enough day without ample water
or fear of snow
But at some point I
became worthy of retribution
// It was a joy… wasn’t it? //
I threw off the clothes
of mourning, the drab prison
of clothes that
only existed in my mind
We will feast in the Hall of Kings tonight !
Laugh and sing until we choke on our tongues !
There is no governance without oppression
The governor concedes this fact but keeps his title
as hypocritical as a Founding Father
It falls, though
it all falls it all all falls always
A PAGE OF MOURNING
Cut off her head before she casts a spell on You are Queen of Nothing I told you she was a witch Cut off her head It is now that she will live her days There are few pleasures like seeing a beautiful woman naked Cut off her head
(naked before us)
cut
off
her
head
I AM JEANNE
I am Jeanne d'Arc
The Eternal Spirit here
taking longer to do the dishes
since all that is left
are the complicated dishes
Men hate it when women talk to god
When god chooses women to talk to
This is why I’m eternally reborn
rather than immortal
there will be no help (for the kingdom) if not from me
Children say that people are hung sometimes for speaking the truth
My boyfriend and I got
each other the same thing for Christmas:
SALVATION
It was embarrassing
