a crack
my sign
is a book spine
on its side
i don't have any more room
i don't have any more rum-
ors
in my dream a girl's name was gossip
my name is
Sarah Plain and Tall
it is funny
how many times I read that book

riding into town on a wagon
for an old widow, to give his kids
bowl cuts,
tripping on a sea of wheat
and his dead wife's vibe
Sarah has everything she needs
under her bonnet,
her bigs hands tucked
into the front of her apron