Medusa

I hate identifying with Medusa

I love identifying with Medusa

I hate what connects us

I love the power it gives us

I hate that I could discover power this way

I love that I have it

.

I’m stitching her face now,

and even before I make her eyes 

we stare at each other, 

a reflection of anguish and anger and spitting and screaming and love for one another