By Jen Hunt, after reading Vindicating the Vixens
Tamar
The Prostitute
How Judah-like
I’ve death-knelled
You, wed you
To your shame
Tamar, perhaps as all women,
Through guile
And childbirth
Saved
Some knowledge damns like
Staff and cord
That Judah calls you
Right, not he, hurts
My head and pet
Philosophies
Same, your seat
In God’s genealogy
The measure used
Measures against, so
Tamar, much-crossed
Tamar, much-blessed
I lay your sins
And mine--
To rest
