pork chops to chinatown

you meet a woman
named brenda
who drives
trucks across
country. eighteen
wheelers full
of frozen meat.
she has an egg
stain on her
shirt. and pieces
of bacon in
her teeth, but
you find a way
to love her any
way. she says,
off handedly
while lying in
the cab of
her truck,
after making
love, that she
could beat me
up, if she wanted
to. but you
don't want to,
do you, you say
to her. too early
to tell she says.
much early to
tell, now get
out, i have to
get these pork
chops to chinatown.