A girl gift to a god
the story is the same girl of little worth
takes blame belonging to others. Mothers.
Chained to a rock awaiting a monster.
Ripped to limbs and torso in the street.
Burned on a pyre. Acid disfigured. Shot in the head.
I survived, my curse of beauty
also my salvation a Hero
to whisk me away. Not that I had any say
What part of my story is stamped
on the sky? Me, in chains.
Kim Jacobs-Beck has recently published a chapbook, Torch (Wolfson Press). Her poems can be found in Gyroscope, Apple Valley Review, SWWIM Every Day, roam literature, Peach Velvet, and Postcard Poems and Prose, among others. A full list can be found at kimjacobsbeck.com A native of metro Detroit, she now lives in Ohio with her husband and three cats. She is the founder of Milk & Cake Press and is a professor of English at the University of Cincinnati Clermont College.