Yolanda Wisher

Paul Dee to Sonia

Somehow I taste tittie
When I read a haiku by you.

Wanna rub my mouth
All in your bushy meadow, for
You got a way wit worlds, girl.

Hope to feed you some day,
Bake ya biscuits. Bake ya rhymes
Sprinkled in thyme. Yeah, woman
You’d be mine. Raised letters
On your chest, pierced memoirs
In your breast.

Think there’s room for me
In your house, jumped wit spirits?
Stuff sho’nuff got me hummin’
Girl, ya know ya got me comin’—
Hot damn, mama got lines.

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Yolanda Wisher received her B.A. in English & Black Studies from Lafayette College and is working on her M.A. in poetry at Temple. She is the 1999 Montgomery County Poet Laureate and coordinator of Poetry for the People, a community arts collective that hosts public poetry performances.

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