Athena Talks to Her Therapist about Zeus
To hear my father tell it
I am his idea made
The continuation of a thought he is still having.
He introduces me with an arm tight around my shoulders
and a tone that says
Behold this laurel I have grown.
Perhaps I should be grateful
he never sees me as a woman.
Not the way he sees other women as women.
Which is to say: as girls.
Which is to say: as barely more / rarely more
or slot machines.
I lay down with my own snatched mortal
an awestruck youth tender and bruisable as an olive.
As I ran my tongue along his sinewed curves
I prayed for the vulgar piercing
to cancel out my virgin goddess destiny
my father’s daughter’s never-to-be-touched destiny
and rode my mount until the heat of our bodies
rose thick and pungent
as charry smoke from any sacrificial offal.
In their own fear
the Muses never include this part of the story.