the different girl

she writes
with an ink pen,
dipping
it into her ink
well, writing
slowly
in script across
the paper.
she has an oil
lamp,
a butter
churn and a horse
in the yard.
she keeps
her prairie dress
pulled up tight
around her
neck, falling
to the floor
to cover her
black boots.
when she's hungry
she milks her
cow, gathers
eggs,
and pulls
a potato from
the ground.
she laughs when you
ask her where
the tv is so
that you can
watch the game.
she's different
like that. it's
going to be a long
winter.