unturned water
into wine, grapes
shrivel, waterwheel
spins backward, Amish
bonnet caught on the hook,
her fishing reel stalls, bottle
opener comes from her creel,
pilsner uncapped, unturned Psalm,
she writes a lesbian sonnet,

she remembers
her grandmother's
Whitman Sampler,
Old Order stitched in
needlepoint, undoes
her blouse, Avatar,
Godspell reversed,
there was another
woman coming here,
what it was they were
to do was unrehearsed,

modesty turned
into wild passion,
pussy drunk on pilsner
bottle caps tossed in the
bushel basket, sun rays tanning
parts unturning comformity in laps
celebrating middle age, and why would
God care that in May, blue crabs shed their
shells at an astonishing rate; some things are
attributed to the moon, when honey crystallizes,
there is something you can do to bring it back to its
original syrupy state, Avatar, my love, Godspell reversed...
 

Copyright 4.22.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist