Like the woman I met from
who grew up a ranch hand
In a town with some Indian name,
Words took her
like five minutes
to order correctly
into a sentence
The red Ford she drove
with the king sized bed
was hauling me in drag.
A queen sized load
And somebody tell the tulips
She spoke
To act their age when it’s cold
acting all young
She spoke
About them dying
It's just the same,
lo siento man,
no radio
She spoke and said
we should meditate
on a line
then attempted
to quote
a poem
“We all despised
the academic swine”
Then soon, we were.
So I spoke some words
about her hands
holding mine
as the ford drove itself
south to
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