A poem by Lauren Znachko
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In a gallery of stars, your face is displayed
On a column in the center
Adorned by a frame.
Biography of the artist beside you
“God the Father: He made a big mistake.”
You are color. No voice.
Holding a red apple
In a crowded room of trees
Weeping tears of silence
Like a dream with no scream
As your husband strips leaves to use for his Scripture
And promises heaven
At the price of your earth.
Eve, don’t cry.
Your tears are smearing the paint
and your body is distorted.
It’s ok. We can hide it.
The Rose 