5 | aneesa davenport



Saturnia, they say, grieved more deeply than she should and than the issue warranted.
–Ovid, tr. Frank Justus Miller


Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. –Yeats


These warnings reached me too late.
The season has been spent.
The stars have swayed me to and fro
while I have watched,
speechless and seasick,
and thought how ugly my tears,
how much a stranger
the inside of my body is to the outside.

Jove maintained that Juno,
daughter of Saturn,
suffered from an excess of emotion,
whether happiness or other,
but he didn’t use the word “suffer.”

Juno, I imagine, felt differently.
She is lifting rocks
with a hand gone numb,
wondering what she has to do with the hand,
what the hand has to do with the rock,
turning it in her palm,
wondering if that’s really a rock or not.


aneesa davenport is an editorial assistant and a student at the California College of the Arts in San Francisco. Her poems have appeared in various literary magazines published in the places she holds close to her heart, including After Hours (Chicago) and The South Carolina Review. She lives on the Rock Block in Oakland, California.