Five Poems

A Blues for Miss
Lucy Jane Stubbles

            I’ve been abused, I’m all confused.

                                   —Ernest Hogan, 1896

And I need you home, back in Shake Rag.

All night, the hour—the wind, clicking

        Its split tongue against the front window.

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