for renee
if you can remember nothing else 
know I am happy in this ugly little house 
I have a mustache          chapped lips 
eat naked in front of dirty windows 
I never worry about who may pass by 
to witness the blessing of my flesh all 
purple and growing    I am fat with love 
freedom has made me bigger               I don’t 
long to be adored        truth be told my wife 
won’t worship me       my altars abandoned 
my children half wild screaming demigods 
my sisters refuse to know me    grimace thin-lipped smiles 
as I pass by                  but I’m not sorry 
you wouldn’t be either 
listen                  I play marvin gaye the few days I clean 
aretha when I rush my wife to bed 
and in those few hours before Apollo rushes his chariot 
dragging a belligerent sun to the sky 
she holds all of me      vast and ordinary 
no spells or runes to bind her            we grow our own religion 
I am bored of these stories       that drag out my breathless allure 
the way men whip themselves 
into foolish frenzy for the pleasure of consuming a goddess 
as if it were not a shopworn tired thing            what good is your desire 
             I want to be known for nothing but me             a fat black happy 
woman who gave no fucks    tell that history 
Copyright © 2024 by Saida Agostini. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on March 18, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.