loose and grimy
oil glistened hair
grubby nails
leaning against a ford junker
as he stretches under it
exhaust sinuously blending with
bbq from a corroded grill
under the sagged awning of a
rusted rv
she's smoking,
gulping pearl lite
congealed ketchup spots on her
kmart jeans
lit up under the burnt copper
of the disappearing sun
small town texas trash
screwing bad boys in
back seats of fast cars
over ruined roads
crumblin� bridges
gave two shits about
old ladies in town
calling her a tramp
a waste
swaggered on by
lickin� her lips, brown sack
around a cheap bottle of liquor
i nodded my head,
agreed with
the old witches
gawking
didn�t once mention
that more often than not
i wanted to be her
