i.

i
be
following
baby suggs
holy
to de tree stump
one of many souls
reverberatin
i
be 
beautiful
i
be 
mine

ii.

i
be
saying
dough
tho
me 
not 
dough
tho

iii.

a confusion a rain?

iv.

i
be 
saying
dough
but
i
be
meanin
though
me
not 
dough
to be
kneaded
while
eyes
not
me own
look pon de recipe
for
well-cooked
woman

v.

de grands
percolatin
me/
de a toss naps
pepper
salt
sass-a-frass
and handfuls
of love
in de pot

de
be 
saying
sugar
spice
and
some
things
not so
nice
bubble
together
and a make me
intuh me


vi

i
a follow
baby suggs holy
to de tree stump
carryin de pot
fulla well-cooked
woman.

a fusion de reign

and now
only now
me a be ready
for you

to a say
me a love she
she 
be
beautiful
she 
be 
she