part one: penelope

The first image I had for I sat and waited but you were gone too long was of Penelope. She was sitting in the middle of a room absolutely filled with cloth, her fingers bleeding into the fabric as she stitched. The white cloth gradually filled with her blood as she wore her fingers down to…

the wife of the man of many wiles

Believe what you want to. Believe that I wove, If you wish, twenty years, and waited, while you Were knee-deep in blood, hip-deep in goddesses. I’ve not much to show for twenty years’ weaving— I have but one half-finished cloth at the loom. Perhaps it’s the lengthy, meticulous grieving. Explain how you want to. Believe…