Juliao Sarmento

Susan Hiller

Nancy Spero

Nancy Spero
I want to let it consume me.
To slip backwards into the warm ocean's thick embrace
and float, swim even.
I keep forgetting
that there are stones in my pockets
there are stones in the lining of my clothes
are stones tangled in the locks of my hair
stones wedged in my throat
in place of my eyes.

I keep forgetting
I will sink.

I never wanted to be a princess.
It is of no consolation to me.