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Click hereShe had a name
but I don't know it
By
Denise Noe
she had a name
but I don't know it
though all know her
Potiphar's wife
the man deceived
the role betrayed
she studied her mirror
skin wilted
chin sprouting weeds
sagging breasts
birth-scarred belly
and a butt as big
as a chamber pot
Potiphar's wife
(she had a name
but I don't know it)
was a woman for whom
the time of red wine
had died
no swollen stomach
no false child
Potiphar's wife
(she had a name
but I don't know it)
saw Joseph
supple skin and
hard muscles
felt her private Nile
warm and moisten,
then ache
and flow
Joseph curdled at
her lust; she was
Potiphar's wife
Potiphar's wife
(she had a name
but I don't know it)
thought Joseph's eyes
were mirrors
mean and merciless
did Potiphar thank
his wife when she
poured his wine or
stirred his soup?
did he buy her gifts, thinking:
she would like this--
no, this one instead,
did he call her
by her name?
did he even know it?
Published in "artisan."
I like the use of repetition in this and the way the poem winds tight like a coiled wire.
This poem has been selected for listing in Wednesday's New Poems Review.<br>
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