presettlement times
she winds yarn in a ball
for knitting the Wives feeldoe
pouch, the "Strativarius of dicks"
sturdy enough to penetrate, but light
enough to pack four-tenths of a mile where
I watch the cascading waterfalls, thinking about
the meaning of forever,

it occured to me
when I saw some
decayed split-rail fence
around an abandoned gristmill
on the forest floor, that gristmills
powered by water is my mission in
recovering lost lessons, sensual motion
passed by word of mouth, the oral chain is
not broken, in front of each of them, I knelt at
feeldoe height, oral lesson,

how exactly to dock
the tails of lambs to the
correct inches, leaving enough
dock on the lamb to cover the vulva,

The Sundance Wives
compelled Revolutionaries of
Justice openly circulating in spirituality
and mission, reclaiming identity, beer
for our horses.

Copyright 1.10.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist