The Fourth Sarah
but it is long and straight
all the Sarahs have had pale
complexions and compelled
unwanted attention
i didn't want the Sarahs to get
and they overtly rejected
yet unconsciously the Sarahs
pick up admirers the way a dog
picks up ticks in tall grass
the Sarahs have been thin
despite other women's bitter
pronouncements that I was so thin
the Sarahs have made me
elephantine, frumpy
grumpily unfeminine
the sidekick
the admirer without a dick
the Sarahs have never even
been my type—neither big,
black, nor bossy—inexplicable
annoying
the Sarahs have all liked me
momentarily needed me
crazy
elusive
waifs with inner strength
effortless outer beauty
asexual targets of lust
no freedom for me—
obliterated, a fresh Sarah arrives
i pray that i am no other woman's Sarah