They say the devil slept in your daughter’s womb their children’s bones – leftovers on your plate I say keep on escaping meaning setting words loose like your three horsemen They say you are a danger to be feared your secret house deep in the woods – a trap I say your name doesn’t pin you down you’ve been reduced and misunderstood They say they’d like to watch you burn alive make you a symbol they can recognise I say their myths allow them to survive make sense of chaos, avoid self-understanding You know the gap between what you desire and what you get, sharp light shines through it Stay ambiguous, keep shifting, keep moving better to be the other than do the othering
Agata Maslowska was born in Poland and lives in Scotland. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in Edinburgh Review, New Writing Scotland, -algia, Amberflora, Blackbox Manifold, Gutter Magazine, among others, and been anthologized in A Thousand Cranes: Scottish Writers for Japan (Cargo) and Glasgow (Dostoyevsky Wannabe). She is the recipient of the Hawthornden Writing Fellowship and the Gillian Purvis Award for New Writing. You can find her at @AgataMaslowska on Twitter.
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