banjo music

she surpises you
by bringing a banjo
to your house.
everything was going
so well for so long.
the sweet kisses,
the tenderness of touch,
the highbrow
conversations and long
looks of what
could eventually
resemble something
akin to love,
but then there's this
instrument in her hand,
a pic in her mouth,
and she wants to sit
out on the back porch
and play for you
a song she wrote. she's
put her hair into
pigtails and is wearing
a checkerboard dress
with boots.
you steady yourself
with a drink, and say
okay, but already
you know
that the worst
is yet to come.