For Lynda Carter’s Birthday


And for That Writer Fellow, I give you a portion of a poem from the upcoming book:

Postcards from the Amazon

a celebrity correspondence


My exercise routine?

I practice on

the parallel bars of I am

woman and hear

my golden lasso roar.

I beat Superman

at arm-wrestling, every time.


And oh, the boys,

my colleagues: tights

bulging, faces half-hidden,

capes cracking in the breeze.

Their voices deep as a well.

Their jaws so straight and sharp

you could shave with them.


All women are gymnasts,


themselves from one necessity

to the next,

swinging, like Jane, from vines,

like me

from golden lassoes. Women hurtle


over every obstacle made by nature

or man,

break free from steel-forged chains

or do not.

This last is why women have


4 comments on “For Lynda Carter’s Birthday

  1. Perfect. Just perfect.

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  2. Reblogged this on Charissa's Grace Notes and commented:
    Auuugghhh!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!

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