I Am I Said

iconoclast baby
change is good rotation better
running on a femme gladiator timeline
cosmic scandals blew the cotton clouds into confetti

she smiled like cranberry sauce
just waiting to come out of the can
I Am I Said so loud espoused it announced
slinky uncoiled and walked where springs flowed
whacky-clackers made noise glass balls on a string
and soap on a rope slickened her cleavage for that
sex act

church bell night owl perched
m-80s and boones farm strawberry hill
tickled pink mardi gras beads and rosaries
partied and the sleeping bag for one held two
I Am I Said she cried when I went down low she
said pray I want god to hear firecrackers so loud

hayfield moved closer
we grew alfalfa scandalized
an amish community that heard
gossip made sturdy oak beds with
finials that express a unique style
I Am I Said on the hood of that mustang
fastback I have to have her at home today
scandal spreads like wildfire

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist