Ma sprinkled my calico
make it sweet, Ma
sweet prairie grass sweet, Ma
hit it with spittle
Ma hot striking stranger eyes
all over my body
look at me strangely, Ma
say it with biscuits
say it with blackbirds sweet
are the uses of adversity
if you live like a barren field
lit with prairie fires
there isn’t a single rabbit left in this country, mother.
From: https://www.upthestaircase.org/lauren-gordon-2015.html
Date: 2015
By: Lauren Gordon (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 