Poem 28 ± November 28, 2016

Julene Tripp Weaver
Green Witch with AIDS

I walk with my toes afire
I am not safe within my walls
I shoulder many dark secrets
I am not a cavity
I am as deep as the ocean
I am not female song
I am an ethereal being
I am not just partner to a man
I am full unto myself
I am not a female
I’m a planet
I am not a slut
I’m a sacred virgin goddess whore
I am not a stupid girl
I’m a wise witch
I am not a diamond in the rough
I’m a rainbow over the sky
I am not a crazy loon
I am Cassandra singing


Julene_T_Weaver_author_photoJulene Tripp Weaver is a psychotherapist in Seattle, Washington. Her third poetry book, Truth Be Bold—Serenading Life & Death in the Age of AIDS, is in presales now at Finishing Line Press. Two prior books are No Father Can Save Her and Case Walking: An AIDS Case Manager Wails Her Blues. Her poems can be found online at Anti-Heroin Chic, Riverbabble, River & South Review, The Seattle Review of Books, The Unprecedented Review, and a creative nonfiction piece is published by Yellow Chair Press, In The Words of Womyn International: 2016 Anthology. Find more of her work at julenetrippweaver.com.

This poem appeared in The Unprecedented Review.