Sadie Lou

“The Other Woman”, “ Jailhouse”, and “How to Ask out that Sista who writes those funny words in her notebook”.

“I am your mother” you say as if there was a doubt—my questioning – is not doubting –

Our futures turn like a coin’s face in midair, and whatever
the result, our parts will be played out by paper dolls…

Each mouth and a microphone, the crisp of saliva, each thick throat—

And this is how it is: …

knives of light…

The forests of our tribal past are paved…

“I Must Become” and “On Awakening”

The future: milky, obscured with smoke and warthogs.

do you recall…