zodiac8 Jun 2005

I agree. Yes.

But then, the cousin's right. I don't understand it, or understand only in the most removed way. I have a feeling if I were an alcoholic or otherwise defeated by the world/God, I'd understand better.

Interestingly, I was thinking while writing about the little room in most mosques where women have to go pray, and how they should get in there and party or plot God's death rather than praying to the One who's made their lives so shitty. Of course, they DO pray, and harder than most male Muslims, which is the point. I ended up dropping everything referring to the Middle East from the actual poem (except how here dovecotes are on the ground or roof, not on poles like in America), but I'd like to think it's still there, somewhere.