<clifton's "miss rosie"> 2003-03-30.11:05 p.m. miss rosie Lucille Clifton when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato peels or when I watch you in your old man's shoes with the little toe cut out sitting, waiting for your mind like next week's grocery I say when I watch you you wet brown bag of a woman who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia used to be called the Georgia Rose I stand up through your destruction I stand up back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad