Fever

Every woman begins as weather,

sips slow thunder, knows her hips. Every woman

harbors a chaos, can

wait for it, straddling a fever.

from “5 p.m., Tuesday, August 23, 2005” by Patricia Smith
Blood Dazzler Copyright © 2008 Coffee House Press

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