What I Learned of Love in TroybyTzara©
I never worried about Penelope
while on this journey some few gods have made
my penance for a war I only played
to win. I dealt with other things—Circe,
Polyphemus, rock-bound Sirens swayed
by delirium of lust and need
to open their legs and sing so that we
would smash our small boat off their stunted quay
just to get to them. I don't need love that much.
I trust what waits for me in Ithaka
is all my blood, my son Telemachus
and his sturdy-bodied mother. Ah,
I long to luxuriate at home and slice
the fine-stretched throats of those who've loved my wife.