If you stand outside
And look up into
Her second floor window
You will see the stack
Red, blue, brown
Piled high and crooked
One particular night
After having taken one
Gently off the pile
And after having tasted the words:
“Devotion is a love affair
Between your soul and God,”
Sadie let the book lie
Across her chest
As she fell into the softest
Slumber of her forty-six years
Maybe she was just drunk
Off of a few haphazard letters
Or maybe she had just been given
The best kiss of her sweet lifetime.