I am the glowing unibrowed Madonna
in a church built of raven feathers
and broken columns
my foie gras heart
in a birdcage dress and my mugs
now on clearance at Wal-Mart.
I am a sideshow freak
for holy Crayola and death
by laughter, my femininity caught
in the aluminum eyes of a fat devil goat
and eleven arrows. The flames
from an incinerator, my halo.
Priscilla Lee