Goddess of Indigo

Roshelle Amundson

Why is it that they’re all married,
or otherwise ensconced,
and the rest are getting laid,
as though the wide of the world
is playing a game of
bobbing for sexual apples?

Meanwhile, the phallic-challenged
acne prone
tinsel toothed
camper-boy with a crush
holds a live crab the size of a hand towel
to your waist, an offering from the water
to the Goddess
he’ll wet-dream that you were when
the ivory clouds left the sky
and the indigo sun set in
as the beach began to lull itself to sleep
on the rhythm of couples canoodling at high tide,
while you,
Goddess that you          aren’t,          weren’t
go home to an empty bed,
craving crab legs.

Roshelle Amundson's critical, creative and visual work has appeared in Pitkin Review, Haute Dish Literary Magazine and the International Library of Poetry. She is a passionate educator.

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