![By Viviane Sassen](https://theoffingmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/01/abstract-gold-yellow_TH5Q0F2S0H.jpeg)
I gave the litany of women with our face
all the ghost-blame. I won’t be curse-blind
or bound to prison-blood. Forgive me
for imagining myself an heiress
of blood-noose and gun-love. I got
all this glitter gliding through my veins.
No. Not déjà vu but, blood-memory.
Iced-out blood-gold.