Giantess (2024)
- ginny
- Jul 24, 2024
- 1 min read
Harrowing as the day I was born
(I think??),
you lamented about
how you briefly forgot the love
of your life--like driving a small
pin into a toe pad inebriated
with bathwater, you related the
story to me--and the backs
of my eyelids remembered
that ear-worm Pathetique,
the one written by Stravinsky
for the opera about the giantess who
fell into unrequited love with an ogre.
We watched it develop at the Civic,
up in the nosebleeds
and you placed your hand on
the back of my head to
lure me in, a riptide,
and I drowned
(obviously?!).
The opera was tragic, on par
with Mendelssohn's Thais,
but that analogy was inappro-
priate to bring up in the moment
as you wailed into the caverns of
my breast, the echoes of stalactite
water dripping causing you to
leap from your skin, in this vast
expanse you had excavated
yourself (ironic, ohhh!).
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