| I | I’m | I am |
| am she | the Thursday | your temporary |
| of your stories | night | thing |
| the notorious | the poor | your own |
| one | excuse | mad |
| leg wrapped | I am she | dancing |
| around | I’m dark | I am |
| the door | in the veins | a live |
| bare heart | I’m | wildness |
| sticking | intoxicant | left |
| like a burr | I’m hip | behind |
| the fault | and good skin | one earring |
| the back street | brass | in the car |
| the weakness | and sharp tooth | a finger- |
| that’s me | hard lip pushed | |
| against | on skin | |
| the air | the black smoke | |
| I’m lightbeam | in your | |
| no stopping me | clothes | |
| and in | ||
| your | ||
| mouth |
National Poetry Month No. 5: Sandra Cisneros - I the Woman
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