First Of All

I am not God
But I know a truth
So I will say what

Let us recreate Woman
What the divine image!
Be she blessed

Let us grant her dominion
See these creatures
In need of a fruitful goddess

Let us know her abundance
Let us call her good
Let us rest

Save the Date

I once cut my hair

And I think I’ll do it again, plus deny my Greek-goddess roots

What I will do next will delight and amaze you all

All of you who put me in a box you call, “somebody I used to know”

I will hire a car service, like the braggarts of New York City

Hand the driver a tip with the fat direction to drive you all far, far away

Wherever it is, you need to go

Mark your calendars in pink ink