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By Patricia Smith

The storm left a wound seeping,
a boulevard yawning, some
memories fractured, a
kiss exploded, she left
no stone resting, a bone
army floating, rats sated,
she left the horizon sliced
and ornery, she left in a hurry,
in a huff, in all her glory,
she took with her a kingdom
of sax and dream books,
a hundred scattered chants,
some earth burned in her
name, and she took flight,
all pissed and raucous, like
a world-hipped woman
makin’ room.

Added: Wednesday, June 25, 2014  /  From "Blood Dazzler," (Coffee House Press, 2008). Used by permission.
Patricia Smith

Patricia Smith author, poet, teacher, and performer, is the author of five books of poetry, including Blood Dazzler, on the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, a National Book Award Finalist. She is a Pushcart Prize winner, Cave Canem faculty member, and four-time individual champion of the National Poetry Slam, the most successful poet in the competition's history. Patricia wowed audiences at Split This Rock’s inaugural festival in 2008. 

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