Sarah Sloat

WHAT HITCHED ME HERE

That I worry menopause will kill me
That when I see the leaves change I’m paralyzed
That when you’re not there I lose the scent
That I can’t rouse the snow from its coma
That I am not smart enough to know what it is
That I lost count
That there is a struggle going on all the goddamned time
That I can’t watch the sleet turn to filth another year
That I can’t explain
That your absence is omnivorous
That I am not good with anger
That I have spent my life as if listening to slippers cross a bedroom
That I have distilled the nativity down to the donkey
That to love you I must allow you loose days
and dig my fingernails into the night

Date of Birth: November 30 Location: Frankfurt, Germany Email: sloatsj@yahoo.com Publications: Pebble Lake Review, Stirring, Snakeskin, Nth Position, The Rose and Thorn, Mocha Memoirs, etc. Awards: 2004 Pushcart nomination

- January 2005 - Our Little Knocker I Did Not Think I'd Hear From You What Hitched Me Here Mourning Daughter of the Gypsy Queen Saturday, October, 2PM