Ma Rainey by Timothy Robbins

Ma Rainey, in this picture your teeth take the place of song. The USPS usurped your face when they gave you a stamp. 29 cents. I hear you moan “The 29-Cent Blues.” This stamp is your only haven. Your flesh is an insult to Beyoncé’s muscles. Your tassels are tired mops. Maybe it would be different if you swapped your chipped sepia teeth for the … Continue reading Ma Rainey by Timothy Robbins