RECEPTACLE WOMAN

The perfume of the incense heals

the weight of the convocation.                         

                                                            FULL HOUSE

To receive in my spacious body is my duty.

To hide my fears and desires under my bed

and sweep our password is my duty.

To use pins to maintain the theater curtain open

is my duty.

Because my womb is a receptacle that

gives shelter, gives shelter, gives shelter, gives shelter, gives shelter.

An infinite lodging where there is always vacancy.

For that I will put vessels in my room,

one over the other, one besides the other, one going through the other,

in order to      receive

                        receive

                        receive

                        receive

                        receive

until I can’t breathe,

until I become a drowned generous host

with nothing else

to offer.   

Gisela Romero, 2001