the queen of retail hell in poetry

the woman cuts
through all the veils
between all of her worlds
slides, sways between them
between the expectations
life has thrust upon her
she shimmies and shakes
she shifts and flows
like rushing waters
like sweeping winds
between those many
roles she embodies
and how she dances

the woman is as
holy Persephone
sometimes most-regal regent of Hades
sometimes lithe maiden of the harvest
sometimes a worker
sometimes a mother
sometimes a jester
all of these roles
at all of the times
yet still in her dark
beauty how she dances

yes, the woman must be
magic how could anyone
wear all of these faces
with such potent grace
without wearing away
to a fine little nub
without exploding
from that weariness
from the heartache
yet still in her dark
beauty how she dances

only magic could
explain the woman
and her tenacity
her very majesty
her wicked smile
and how she dances