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Immaculate Chains

All my sexual days I am a virgin

Eunuched by habit, not by choice

I wear the cloth of my lovelessness

Whitely, they say with a cross

Hanging from my neck

Like a noose, but it is not this

That kills. Strapped to my waist is

A rope that could. Its girth

Is a halo of thread binding up the mess

Of me: austere ribbon,

It keeps my pious shift

In place, my tummy

Hourglass – slim

And time is cruelest to a woman at vespers

Strangled at the crux

Where her womb lies

Entombed,

She is handmaid

To no man.

At the hour of twilight

She hymns,

And hymns alone.