Spaghetti Montage
barnwood cursed in gypsy
under the hot sun creaking boards
no confusion of tongue she rode up
on her ornately decorated horse in bridle
and saddle of etched silver and conchos off
her tambourine—"kasco san!" she shouted
don't let her fool you
she can speak my language
now this time in english—"whose are you!"
"I am yours and hers!"
"wartacha?" she asks in gypsy
it's a long way from amish "yes we're
partners in economic endeavor" come in
for whiskey there's a story I've been waiting
to tell you black widows and scorpions had a death
I shot a pair for stealing a woman they put a knife in her
back she lived through the pain
her breath came to me
sweet as tarot washed upon
my skin she read my pores in
pentacles of braille her fingers
smooth from castanets her palms
musical she played me with closed eyes
we rode in to town
her passion was sangria
and blackjack I pistoled up
holstered a spare men stalked us
in cold blood we had it all coins and fire
archers playing out drama she learned gypsy brogue
to please my vanity saddled up her horse and dressed
herself in black and veils she doused in patchouli water but
it didn't quench fire don't let her fool you she can speak my language
now this time in english—"whose are you!"
adobe churches to badlands
we went from jesus poor to godly rich
writing on outlaw stationary on the back
of wanted posters coins and fire archers
"slobuzenja!"—"freedom!"
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
Micki-