she lives in the city by Sophie Sagan-Gutherz

she lives in the city

This is not embroidered pillows at Grandma Frimi’s.
This is not the greatest place to land your ass.
This is not where you phone Planned Parenthood.
This might be kayaking on the river.
But this is not the tune your dad sings inspired by the cardinals.

This is not perspiration only the A train can manifest.
This is not that Vietnamese sandwich with extra hoisin.
This is not 4AM perogies.
This might be pollution pleading that you stay.
But this is not the cruel men who climb the six floor walk up.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

3 thoughts on “she lives in the city by Sophie Sagan-Gutherz

  1. Yes, Donna. Sophie is my ultra creative niece, who is basically an actress and incredible singer at NYU. I love her poetry, too, obviously. I actually have 6 Sagan nieces and nephews who give me a lot of hope for the future, not to mention daughter Isabel and son-in-law Tim. A really creative group–I never imagined that at 60 I’d be surrounded by this great young energy.

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