National Poetry Month No. 5: Sandra Cisneros - I the Woman

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Sandra Cisneros - I the Woman (from My Wicked Wicked Ways)

I	I’m	I am
am she	the Thursday	your temporary
of your stories	night	thing
the notorious	the poor	your own
one	excuse	mad
leg wrapped	I am she	dancing
around	I’m dark	I am
the door	in the veins	a live
bare heart	I’m	wildness
sticking	intoxicant	left
like a burr	I’m hip	behind
the fault	and good skin	one earring
the back street	brass	in the car
the weakness	and sharp tooth	a finger-
that’s me	hard lip pushed	print
	against	on skin
	the air	the black smoke
	I’m lightbeam	in your
	no stopping me	clothes
		and in
		your
		mouth