in Vivacious Lady [1938]
It is difficult to gather from our present
Material and limited understanding but
When our story becomes intelligible again
Lilith the maid of desolation
The Queen of the Month
Whose holy body no garment covers
Whose holy breast no cloth wraps
Has caused Sister Grain-Goddess
The most kindly bountiful light hearted
And ever joyful maiden
To shed bitter tears as
She stands among the crops
Let her tears flow toward heaven
Let her tears flow toward earth
Falling on this city which itself has
Existed before the advent of time
Formed in the creation chamber
Of the Goddess

There are doors unseen, opening into unimaginable realms. Once these doors have been opened, what creatures may enter in?
— Barbara Michaels
It’s not her fault
She’s a supernaturally
Attractive being or
Maybe just attractive
To supernatural beings
Herself a transgressive
Remixing machine
The width of her want
Might threaten to
Reprogram human culture
When the shades are drawn
The question isn’t how but when
When the same thing every single time
Until this is all repaired from the gate
To the baffling anarchy of existence even
This abundance can never be appreciated
it’s not her fault she’s a
supernaturally attractive being
or maybe just attractive to
supernatural beings
You can’t shoot it you can’t shoot
A thing like that something that
Should have died in my youth a
Charged object of lost innocence
Reflection absorption refraction the
Rustic belle who led me into the woods
With a strange rude tenderness invested
With the light of another world
Untrammeled by the limits of space
And time jarring crazily and yawing
All over