*

*

I want to be a dangerous old woman,

the kind that makes people cringe

when she walks into Shop Rite.

The kind who is a fourth-degree black belt grandma

and takes down a mugger.

I want to speak truth no matter what.

I want to be the dangerous customer in Lowes

who knows more about sheetrock

than the manager.

I want to step into the town meeting and hear,

“Uh, oh.  Here she comes.”

I want to clear the floor doing the West Coast swing

with my thirty-year-old partner.

I want to be the dangerous old woman,

poking an accusing finger

at Kyrsten Sinema’s nose,

and give her a piece of my mind.

I’ll wear a lion mask

and catch arrows with my teeth.

Sing dangerous old woman songs

about dangerous old women.

*