THree Women not in waiting —after Jane Graverol’s Le Massacre des Innocents
Simone Muench & Jackie K. White The world wants to see us with bird cages hung in our heads, cumulus clouds adrift in our body’s lodgings. Missing the poison-tipped arrows sewn into crow’s feet and disguised as copper thread stitching raised arms to skull. It wants our sashay to hum sultry, evoking the patina of a Grecian vase, but these legs lean into departure under a gingham blue flag of escape. Beyond armchair and cello we translate the language of masks and recast the sad ballads of muses as a trio of riotous goddesses. We turn rabbits to tigers, and brindle the forest with solarized eyes. We saddle our horses and ride into the revolutionary sky.