Collective Unrest

 

They Ask Us

January 9, 2019

They ask us to be temples.
Bodies gilded,
floral, wrapped.
Bodies holy and kept.
Made for the mouths of praying men.
Wholly preyed bodies.
They ask us to be temples, not goddesses.

 

*First Published: Calamus Journal, Issue Five, April 2017

Eloise Brown is a Michigan native. When she’s not writing or reading she can probably be found cooking and then putting pictures of her food on Instagram.

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