I Know You, Sally Sue

I know you use Sally as your nom de plume,

but I know you, Sally Sue, and always will,

the formerly impoverished, little, fundamentalist

girl from rural wherever probably with roots going

back to ever backward in your own denial of what

was good back there. We’re all trying to escape our roots

and then finally find the peace in finding them again

(and it’s as if seeing it again but for the first time Eliot wrote).

You too, Sally Sue? Did you ever like yourself or are all your

well publicized good deeds for the less fortunate,

ironically, a way to further separate you from those roots?

Trying to dismiss and erase what was in the marrow

of your bones, you hitched your wagon resolutely

to what you saw as a rising star and you have ridden

that star ever since while posturing for the poor

from your now elitist perch. It is so much easier to

see if you are looking down. Are you looking

for yourself down there? Look closely, Sally Sue. It’s

you and she’s looking back at you. Carl Sandburg

once wrote that the ugliest word in the English language

is “exclusive,” and there are those who would add

“dismissive,” and I have seen such dismissiveness

brutally dismiss innocence. Those are two words I think

of when I think of you, formerly impoverished, little, fund-

amentalist girl, Sally Sue — exclusive and dismissive.

Those are strange, poets would say ugly, words

upon which to build a legacy and describe a lifetime

of achievements regardless what the paper

may praise.  You wish to be “exclusive” and that

you surely are and always have been “dismissive.”

How sad, how profoundly sad….

And now as your seemingly false altruism justifiably

fades, you face the cruel reality of  insignificance

from which you have sought so hard to escape.

But that insignificance has only been in the mirror

of your own mind as the Lloyd Weber words ring,

“Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina” and your Betty Davis

eyes and Joan Crawford smirk fade from the big

screen of life as we all eventually, graciously or

defiantly, exit stage left.

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