Now I'm a Woman

By Cedar Sigo b. 1978 Cedar Sigo
When you hear the knives ring
Turn the page.
I wonder why I am not
Myself of late, ridiculous glass edges
Turn back on themselves
And soon reveal
The hand of an apprentice
And godforsaken embarrassing torch,
Stormy back hallways
Out of the black and wooden theatres.
Crystal Waters plus her driver
Plus her entourage is still rolling out
Of the Sands, Atlantic City
On the soundtracks to shows
Held over at The Fairmount
She is throwing back shots
With the mafia. I have learned
To take apart this American Songbook
And very fortunately as I would take
My audience in confidence
Threads of gold fall closely together
Coming to break us off.
At the first of the shows
I sang this song
And in between I saw him in the hall,
What could I tell you?
“Someday we’ll build on a hilltop high.”
 
 

Cedar Sigo, "Now I’m A Woman" from Bay Poetics. Copyright © 2006 by Cedar Sigo.  Reprinted by permission of Cedar Sigo.

Source: Bay Poetics (Faux Press, 2006)

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Poet Cedar Sigo b. 1978

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

Subjects Living, Growing Old, Life Choices, Arts & Sciences, Music, Social Commentaries, Popular Culture

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San Francisco poet Cedar Sigo was born February 2, 1978. He was raised on The Suquamish reservation near Seattle Washington and home schooled from the eighth grade onward. In 1995 he was awarded a scholarship to study writing and poetics at The Naropa Institute in Boulder Colorado where he studied with Allen Ginsberg, Anne Waldman, Lisa Jarnot, Alice Notley, and Joanne Kyger, among other poets.  He has lived in San Francisco . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Growing Old, Life Choices, Arts & Sciences, Music, Social Commentaries, Popular Culture

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

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