Imagining Enheuanna Singing Scat in a Karaoke Bar

showing off her new ink.
Let her father do what
he has to being leader,
in control, doing his
kingly duties. Today no
woman is as wildly
passionate, a headstrong
beauty, a lyrical torch
singer who would be as
happy not being out
with the crowds.
Ambivalent and fearsome,
her voice a jazz blues
riff, feminist jazz
humming. And would
you expect less from
a woman who couldn’t
sleep and walked out alone
under the stars and could
not keep what was
pulsing inside her, dug
her feelings into clay
and signed her name as
no one else had before