in the beginning

it was
your flat stomach
framed in low rise jeans, your
wallet on that chain, your swagger
your style

your voice
megaphonic angel baby
breathy lilting power
said please kiss me
girlie

guitar
sultry, your hips
forward, hair in your eyes
sullen teenage boy, pink bra strap
blazing

stomping
you owned the sidewalk and the town
"please meet my lawyah," you
told all who passed
proudly

pinball
and patti smith
flannery o'connor
foreshadowing, but for this poem,
thank you.