ODE TO SUE


for Langston

 

Theater crowd.  Blaring lights.
A night surfeited with murmuring

 

voices.  A cold wind licked shiny
bracelets around my ankles.  I saw

 

a dark woman in a red dress.  A vixen
more sure of herself than I’ve ever been.

 

Mouth, purse, nails, shoes— red.
Tantamount to blood on black soil.

 

I forgot where I was, what street
I was on.  My breasts balled

 

into fists.  My sex wept.
Somewhere, I knew

 

Susanna Jones smiled.