Showing posts with label After and Sometimes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label After and Sometimes. Show all posts

Monday, November 29, 2021

Take His Wife

Henny Youngman 

We're In Trouble Yesterday

 

 By yesterday I mean today.

By today I mean pick a day.

By Henny Youngman I mean yes.

“My country is so big, when it sits

around the country, it sits around

the world.”

“Take my country [heh heh],

Putin.”

“I booked passage on a one-liner.

Take my wife. Please?”

By my wife I mean my wife.


Sarah Sarai, 2021

First published in Mollyhouse: Issue Two. Apple Books. Raymond Luczak, editor. Poem rights: Sarah Sarai. Feb. 2021. Purchase on Barnes and Noble.

Saturday, May 9, 2020

After and Sometimes . a poem from Stonewalls' Legacy Anthology


art: Ashley deLeon Nicole*

After and Sometimes

Relive those parties where every bottle was uncorked and
passed around and everyone smoked everything, double-
checked each auto’s glove box for at least a Sherman or 
a roach. And you left with exactly the wrong woman who 
was exactly the right one, if only for less than twelve hours. 
And not everyone was anything, not white, employed,
focused. And all had self-righteous halos of wild hair 
imperfect as a precisely imprecise stitch in a Persian rug.
You had fun. We all did. It had become more possible.

Sarah Sarai. Stonewalls Legacy: A Poetry Anthology. Hidden Gems Press., Ed. Rusty Rose & Marc Rosen. 2019.
*Ashley DeLeon Nicole https://www.thespruce.com/free-birthday-party-games-1356524


Monday, February 3, 2020

Relive those parties where every bottle was uncorked... "After and Sometimes" #poem



After and Sometimes


Relive those parties where every bottle was uncorked and
passed around and everyone smoked everything, double-
checked each auto’s glove box for at least a Sherman or 
a roach. And you left with exactly the wrong woman who 
was exactly the right one, if only for less than twelve hours. 
And not everyone was anything, not white, employed,
focused. And all had self-righteous halos of wild hair 
imperfect as a precisely imprecise stitch in a Persian rug.
You had fun. We all did. It had become more possible.

Sarah Sarai. Stonewalls' Legacy: A Poetry Anthology. Hidden Gems Press., Ed. Rusty Rose & Marc Rosen. 2019.

photo. Sarah Sarai. Madison Square Park.