From the House of Yemanja

My mother had two faces and a frying ***
where she cooked up her daughters
into girls
before she fixed our dinner.
My mother had two faces
and a broken ***
where she hid out a perfect daughter
who was not me
I am the sun and moon and forever hungry
for her eyes.I bear two women upon my back
one dark and rich and hidden
in the ivory hungers of the other
mother
pale as a witch
yet steady and familiar
brings me bread and terror
in my sleep
her ******* are huge exciting anchors
in the midnight storm.All this has been
before
in my mother's bed
time has no sense
I have no brothers
and my sisters are cruel.Mother I need
mother I need
mother I need your blackness now
as the august earth needs rain.
I amthe sun and moon and forever hungry
the sharpened edge
where day and night shall meet
and not be
one.