Curiosity Doesn’t Always Sneak Around Killing Cats
Curiosity Doesn’t Always Sneak Around Killing Cats
On Friday nights
she puts on Ariats,
clouds of smoke,
clanking shot glasses.
She prefers to recline in a dryer chair,
pink lemonade.
At the gas station
practicing checkers,
a pitcher of sun tea. Between lips–
bedsheets hung out to dry
through a tiny hole in a
sturdy backyard fence. A brick
church, polished pews,
she tilts her head,
listens–
silence.
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Awww, thank you 🙂 It’s a work in progress
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Its an awesome start 🙂
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Thank you very much! I really appreciate your kind words 🙂
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