sugarpie. Us women,
where i'm from.
I'm as Southern as any Southern girl
but these names rankled.
Is what we are to them wrapped up
in such toile-patterned packages, such
Now i am a wife.
My husband has his names for me,
not sweet, i am not at all sweet, i am not
sweet to him:
only old men who don't know me call me
(call all girls) Sugar--
Now i have been a mother.
I have been your mother. I felt
the world uncurling in my womb:
Now my baby done left me, i can't find
no sweetness any more
It's still good, this life, it tastes
like wholemeal bread
like good brown rice.
you were my sugar.
My little chilli pepper
my vinegar pickle
the drop of perfect honey on my tongue.