
I see a necklace sitting in a glass case,
with curves and flames
she calls to me
she is so beautiful
I ask to hold her in my hands
the salesman tells me,
"That is Kali Ma"
and hands me a card
fierce goddess of death and destruction
I lay her down
her beauty terrifies me
fire and fury
I turn away,
as if ashamed
this is not for me
her gaze follows me
out of the store
I carry her name
in my throat for years
her rage is a shelter,
flames curling around me
the way a mother’s arm
blocks the wind
she kept calling,
long before I could answer
then,
on a hot summer's night,
the bright red blaze of the sunset summons me
I pull over and watch
as it sinks beneath the earth
she asks me
what in your life is ready to burn
and she hands me
the match
it is time
the sunset gives way
to the darkness
my hands smell like smoke,
my voice a reclamation,
the ashes spell my name
it is a fire
of transformation



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