farm girl

she smelled
like roses.
and cursed
like a farmer
without rain
and a dull plow
and old horse
to pull it
through the dirt.
her nails
looked like
strawberries
in a green
thick field
of tiny thorns
and bugs.
her skin
was as smooth
as milk fresh
from a happy
cow, her hair
like corn silk,
unkempt and wild,
would brush
across my
face and make
me melt,
but she
was mean,
she was nasty,
she was
everything
my mother said
beware of,
and she should
know, but oh,
how I loved
her so.