Medea III / Soliloquy

I set myself now to feeling fine about
feeling like shit. Respite was a cool,
slim lid slid into my head, and all
the marvelous and heinous things I did

were mine. The marvelous and heinous deeds
are mine, and it’s going to be just fine.
I’ll be fine, no doubt, with or without.
Like others, I deserve a chance in hell.

Before you, the last time I felt at ease
I was nine. I played with dragon’s teeth
and touched the fleece in my sleep. I stole

sips of my parents’ wine from an old, stone
bowl kept under enormous, fig-shaped leaves.
Enough to make me strong enough to leave.