Crazy as a Woodfox...
I.
3:33 A.M. tears welling, cooling
queasiness, nausea, unsettling
Fire in my belly. Balm of Gilead
Soothing wounded spirits small
morning hours…
In the whistling teapot I hear
Mary Ann Fisher’s response
to interrogating Raelett calls:
“What kind of man are you?”
If I were a…