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Agunah, or, an ode to a chained woman You cannot seek to cast me out; I am already the lowliest of the low, I cannot sink below this.  I am the most worthless type of a woman; that is, strictly speaking, the woman who has married the wrong man.  Those whom God has put together, let no man put asunder.  The words are sharp little stones in my mouth.  They choke my throat, I spit and struggle with them, they are a burden I face every day.  What a mockery when it is God himself whom you are joined to.  He cast me aside, you know, when he took his new identity.  Dropped me like a dead weight.  I had been a beautiful fertility goddess, blessed wi