Deianeira
Cooper Esteban

Suppose I folded my hands
left over right,
or placed them
between my thighs, like a son

making testimony to his
father's balls--
one
motion, no
matter how meaningless, and that

weaver's clerical attention
distracted--
I
nothing more
than a Greek housewife, property,

bending to measure wine into
her master's cup.

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