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How odd that you prefer
Spirits talking 
over a woman alone on a stage. 
So be it. I will tell you
I am a flute 
the wind whispers through.
Listen how softly I speak:
the white rose pinned to my dress
barely trembles its petals.

My sister Tennie C. dressed as a man
seems to have forgotten what lambs wear.
I’ve made room in my dark skirt
for the voice that says, 
A woman’s legs don’t 
part at your command.
Do not, however, receive this 
as coming from me.

Malaika King Albrecht

Malaika King Albrecht edits the online magazine Redheaded Stepchild and her most recent book of poems is What the Trapeze Artist Trusts (Press 53).