(Poem) The Snot-Nosed Goddess: Tlazolteotl by Robin Scofield

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refuses to be refused or refuse

while her rubber mouth sews words

like dunderhead, and dung beetles center

daily meditations in dead leaves, industry

for nothing, black munchers firing

up decay in the sun’s macrowave,

slipping the new moon out of an old skin.

 

She is homely as a new-hatched duckling.

Smart as an old boa, she grabs you

till your fingers turn

cyanotic.  She wraps red snapper

with banana leaves, unmoved,

while a jaguar

sneaks up behind her.

 

As she unmoors her rusty tub, her

rag of a boat, and reels in the sails,

you see her brunette locks are the wind,

how her skirt covers the sky with lightning.

 

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  1. I had just been thinking of Her today … as I threw out some garbage: “Tlazolteotl: The Goddess of Filth” as I learned of Her by that name from Anne Key’ Matrifocus article 2009. Thank you for this!

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