Monstering

Disabled Women and Nonbinary People Celebrating Monsterhood

Meeting the Myth

CW: Sexual assault; mention of bodily fluids

 

What a draw!—The Modern Medusa.
Everyone’s heard of the girl
who can stop men dead with her looks.

The barker knows how to sell it, too.
He hands every caller a mirror, tells them,
Don’t look directly. It’s like looking

at the pudenda of God. They enter my tent
backwards, all titter and sweat.
In their mirrors they see sallow cheek,

mud mouth, an ear and dark
writhing hair. They quiet down after that.
They’re imagining what I could do

with my tongue. Husbands blush,
picturing me in their bed. Wives tremble,
wondering how my hair would feel

brushing their thighs. Instead
of fulfilling their fantasies, I tell them
what I know about monsters:

That fishy god, all brine and sperm,
who forced himself on Medusa
on the floor of Minerva’s temple.

The young men, all swagger and heat,
who went to Medusa’s home, intending
to blind her and cut off her head.

It was Ovid who said her looks were
a punishment from Minerva—a myth
from a man who couldn’t believe

a woman might consider ugliness a gift.
Truth is, we’d all love some of that
open-mouthed, serpenty dread—

a repulsiveness that can kill. In all the stories
about her, Medusa never harms a woman—
make of that what you will.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A white woman in her thirties sits at a table in a restaurant. She is smiling at the camera and is raising a cocktail in her left hand. She has short brown hair and is wearing a blue shirt with leopards on it.

A white woman in her thirties sits at a table in a restaurant. She is smiling at the camera and is raising a cocktail in her left hand. She has short brown hair and is wearing a blue shirt with leopards on it.

REBECCA CROSS is a disabled poet who works as an editor in Vermont. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Woven Tale PressBreath and Shadow, and Always Crashing.