Poem: "I am Going to Call Her by Her Name"

Searching for Imogene,

Her name, I will call her by her name ,

She is Imogene,

Not sweetie,

Not cutie,

Words are heavy. With delusions,

They come and sit,

The leaves will all turn red,

And from stone into flesh,

She will become,

To darling, she will never answer, she will never turn.

Badass women, with our own names,

That we choose,

In this house,

Searching for Imogene,

This is her name.