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CYCLOPS GIRL IS A GOOD HOST Nabila Lovelace
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Sometimes I invite a whole street Blade twists. Come inside. Come inside.
He eats. I smile. I hear him licking his fingers clean.
__ This poem began after several rereadings of the Cyclops section in Homer's The Odyssey. I felt an empathy for the Cyclops & their traditions that Odysseus disregarded. I wondered the possibility of a quiet vengeance against colonialism, & ended up here. |