This was 2007. Or 2008.
(I do still stand by some of these. One day, when Shake the Baron is famous, they’ll comment to their hip documentarian, “Man, I wonder if we would’ve made it big like this if we had been called the Spastic Sassies?”)
Category: saucy
Poem (Kevin Young).
Cakewalk
Baby, you make
me want
to burn up all
my pies
to give over
an apple to fire
or lose track
of time & send
a large pecan
smokeward, or
sink some peach
cobbler. See, to me
you are a Canada
someplace north
I have been, for years,
headed & not
known it,
If only I’d read
the moss on the tree!
instead of shaking
it for fruit—
you are a found
fallen thing—
a freedom—not this red
bloodhound ground—
panache, perhaps 