Being Human Is Easy Breezy
Someone turns on the lights
And the factory keeps buzzing
Then foreclosure and
Whatever was done is done.
This thing can be done
In a Jello-mold kind of way,
The way of marshmallows
Claustrophobic in lime green
Aquaria and yearning
For women whose bodies
Mean something,
Broad-hipped women with
Heavy breasts of endurance.
Loving the anchor and the rising.
And I say this is not a lecture
And I say this is not a lit class
Nor lo am I a narrator. Yet
Though I am not unreliable,
I will pounce when pleased.
I am waiting to be pleased.
Sarah Sarai was born in a converted speakeasy one block from the Long Island Sound. She moved to Los Angeles when she was eight; lived in San Francisco and various Seattle neighborhoods before returning to New York. Her poems have been published in Barrow Street, BigCityLit, New York Quarterly, Boston Review, The Southampton Review, and many other journals. Her most recent collection (of four) is Bright-Eyed from Poets Wear Prada. Sarah’s poem “California Holding” earned an honorable mention in Zocalo Public Square’s Poems of Place competition. She works as a freelance editor.
