wherein we entertain the notions of a creature embroiled in sorting multiple identities. is she a mother? a poet? a performer? an organizer? or is she simply the product of a feminist movement in which women dreamt that simultaneously singing opera, tap-dancing, spinning plates, spouting rhetoric and solving algorithms was liberation. here are the rough drafts.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
For Mama Agnes
on her transition
see how the flower stretches to its fullest. drinking all the light
then each petal falls away in the dewy night. leaving