St. Giles (patron of beggars, cancer patients, fear of night, horses, epilepsy, & outcasts)

1

she was never a queen

or a fairy, she was always

a king or a giant or a

woman who could

lasso the sun

and split it in two.

the yolk would drip

over fenceposts

along the horizon.

2

you could sail a ship

on her fat tears.

her hands are

as rough as a riptide.

the goldenrod will never

stop making her sneeze.

3

lead her to the forest.

she will lie down

with the deer.

she will be wounded

by someone else’s arrow.