This was a wonderful take on this myth. I love the repetition. I felt the anxiety in the narrators words. Also, some parts that I highlighted really were very interesting to me. The two stanzas where the narrator says that the thought of his touch brings clarity to her mind, and then her praying to her mother to bring clarity to her mind. At least for me I viewed this as a surreal, dreamlike juxtaposition of the narrator’s mind. Well, I think this is probably the longest I’ve talked about any of the poems I’ve read on here. Great job. Be well.