From Louise Erdrich:

I do not want to sleep.
I do not want to be fed through the lips.
I do not want the harrow of need to pass over my body.
I do not want my children to crave me.

Lies, lies!
I stand in my gilded harness,
my halo of bees.
I stand in the gold dust of sex

giving birth to the last of our children,
the dark red stone.
Peridot.
Eye of the bronze serpent.

– Hydra