I stuck my tongue out
at peanut butter, calves liver
and my brother.
I gave the finger
to God, my father,
and man’s first lies.
I screamed Fuck you
to frat boys who fucked me
on rusty fold-out frat-room cots.
I learned to cast nasty
spells on masters of the corporation.
I quit the damn job. I went to Greece.
Later, all I had to do was spit
on miscarriage, marriage, bad myths.
And thus was the ladder climbed.
More of same ass kissing, then, boom!—
kick out the dead-drunk butt
in order to wear river shoes with Husband #3.
I turned my back on the calendar
to witness exotic ice and sand embrace us,
erotic prairie and rainforest, ours.
Being of Ontario, being part Caloosahatchee,
I rise above as Sister Cloud drifting toward
Tanzania, Zanzibar, some far poet’s place or other.