*****

The poet (who indeed has Romanian Gypsy heritage) is not even going to attempt to make a recording of this work.

At this time in the absolutely ridiculous life she is being presently made to live, the performance would be far too convincing.

*****

Now, Of Course

Among the
Romanian Gypsies

From which,
Into the ducal houses,
Of Portugal,
My mother was born

(Oh, oopsie!)

They greatly
Feared
The “evil eye”

The gaze
Of someone
Deeply,
Deeply wronged

Of them all
They feared most
That of the grandmothers
And the great-grandmothers

Those enfeebled and defenseless
Who had served
And served and served
And for whom the way
Ought to have been made
Respectfully straight

O, when she
Appeared
Before them

Tearing her hair
Shredded
Clothes flying
Around her crazed arms
And contorted face
As she chanted

May the waters rise!
May the earth move!
May the fires cleanse your souls
And the winds blow your
Ashes away, away,
Awaaaaaay forever!

May you know all
You have done to me
And so
So
So much
More!
More!!
Mooooore!!!!!…

… Nothing like that
Ever happens
Now

Of course

*****

This poet presently lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level.

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