the first poem
to ever boom from my lips
in a public place
shattered window glass
of the warehouse bar and theatre
onto the rooftops of
hipster microbreweries
in brooklyn
.
for a moment the cops
stopped searching every brown
man, woman, and child on the street
to listen to a mad woman explain
how daddy is the word for god
to a little girl
.
bright lights, big city
and a southern cry so loud
the king’s bones stirred in his tomb
at graceland