Mary Magdalene’s Left Foot I saw the picture in Newsweek or Time and couldn’t believe who was back in the news. But there it sat, encased in antique gold and pedestrian prose, apart from the rest of her imaginably lush lost body, which it recalls with false synecdoche. The news is littered with the bodies of women —whores, some—who have returned to minerals, a pile of iron and zinc and calcium that wouldn’t even fill a shoe. We glimpse of Mary Magdalene a golden whole that never ached for flesh or grew hair coarse enough to scrub mud from a traveler’s foot. But gold is meretricious flattery for the whore who washed Christ’s feet with tears, who rubbed sweet oil into his sores, then…