"Isis" By Anny Miner Poem by Anny Miner

in high school I was voted most likely
to travel because I spent so much time
reading about faraway places imagining
myself in the great Arctic north on the
islands of Japan and in the golden heat
of Egypt ancient Egyptians believed the
moon cycle was due to a bet between the
gods that the light went from the moon
God was used to add five extra days onto
the calendar and in this time Isis the
most powerful goddess was born when her
husband was ripped apart by the god of
evil she collected his body parts and
brought him back together so she could
live on in the afterlife
eyes can look up at the moon from
halfway across the world it was like
Isis telling me I could read his stories
all the way out of here
I found this most important after
getting out of my second abusive
relationship men who acted as false dogs
do not scatter before they had anything
to do with it they always part of papers
collateral because they didn't feel
impossible to leave I had accepted I
would never be safe in a relationship
something about my heart was a water
Neath the moon and as I watched I
thought of the ninth wondering how many
times I would jump off the surface
before sneaking in he kids until his
hands are empty of me with no secret
bone in his back pocket to hold me here
against my will in such elaborate
rituals not because they were death but
rather they were so sure of living again
[Applause]
and calling it hope new start I am we
can each be a new life to someone who
thought they were already gone if you
are there being torn apart by some
unforgiving evil please know there are
lives that will love every broken part
of you will that hold you for every time
you flinch every time your mind gets
stuck in an overdue history book but
rather welcome your every return
sometimes I wonder if this is all a trap
before his rate begins the nights when
the moon has gone dark and I can't see
where I am anymore if somehow I know if
I needed to go he would build me the
most beautiful bones and set me down the
river himself so all those nights he
turns on the bedside light and reads to
me about faraway places reminding me
there will always be a boat and a river.