MEDUSA.

I hold my shield at just the right angle

to cut the head off of Medusa,

I read the sacred text as just the right fable

to shut the dread out of my heart

lest it be turned to stone

with anger, regret, bitterness, and envy.

And I grin when it actually works

even in the face of folks

who want to argue over the narrative joke

of what really happened.

Well, it is a joke because no one knows,

and you’d be no better off if you did.