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Salome Dances as Herod, in Recline, Speaks
by Cesca Janece Waterfield At it again, devil girls. You arrest my dreams when you don't embody them simplistically. Do not speak, dance! Entertain me and the Patria I designate and endorse with emblem, flag, and trumpet blast. Fulfill and oblige me, girl things. I shall sit, and sup. When I deign it time to rise, my will be done. Your body burns, when they pull me from you. Bodies are matters in transactions which yield my pleasure. Your remuneration is labor cost to me, so I watch how shadows fall, and require swift indulgence. At any rate, material is my matter. Schooled in my rooms, stepdaughter, you defer to mother. She, understanding my will and how it will wound, demands death served finely, with façade of grace. Salome favors John, because he too, hates my spouse. The spoiled girl denies me. But I will have the Baptist dead. Herodias, too, and my history will make it plain that I am blameless. Censure upon her nakedness, which I dream and demand. Censure upon her naked! Censure on her, and when I climb off.
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