you are born under taurus
the bull waiting to gore, to take
sweet girl you are matador
listen aureate spectators adore
as you wave your roseate cape
you are born under taurus
the ring a warped iris is yours
but you cow in the bull’s gaze
sweet girl you are matador
yet you pity the bull/mourn
you who you cannot escape
you are—born under taurus
hoof you/r disorder perform
nurture&nature it’s simple fate
sweet girl you are matador
so give what the crowd paid for
face the bull, its ancient rage
you are born under taurus
sweet girl you are matador
Ruth Towne is an emerging poet. Other poems from her project Resurrection of the Mannequins have been published by Arboreal Literary Magazine, Neologism, Decadent Review, New Feathers Anthology, Coffin Bell Journal, New Note Poetry, In Parentheses, and Stonecoast Review’s Staff Spotlight. She also has forthcoming publications in Gyroscope Review, Lily Poetry Review, and Poor Ezra’s Almanac.
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