DAPHNE PURSUED BY APOLLO by Sophia Stid

/ / Issue 18

A story told this many times becomes the forest.
No beginning, no end, no longer a narrative but the air
we breathe. For centuries, a woman with a name
rises from her sleep—becomes a tree—rains back down
again into her rest. One myth for how poetry began:
a man, reaching. Violence. Myth: Apollo finds the tree
inside of a woman. Apollo translates fingers into leaves,
hears a voice and calls it wind. I am not interested in Apollo.
I am interested in the father-god who could not stop
the rape but could turn his daughter into a tree—

                               what kind of power is that, and how does it still river through
                               our world? Why does nobody ask these questions? I carry more
                               keys than I need. Walking home from the library late, I thread
                               silver teeth through my fist. I am not a tree, and I am asking.

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