Poem for my sister (mine).

Texas you’re the size

of Texas. Too big to

compare to. Still

Sarah Katz is gonna

land in you and change

the landscape of your

hardcracked land. She’s

not just some blondie

outta college with

a hip little hip dance.

She’s Sarah Katz, miner

of chocolate chips from

the mint ice cream.

Inventor of the words

I love the most. Words

I use the most to love

with. So get goin’, little

noon, sissy deet deet,

dimpy dimps, get your

two size 7 feet on over

there. Texas is perched

on its parched cowboy

haunches for the entry

of your fine-tuned self.

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