your rodeo girl friend
throws
a rope around you
and says, boy, come here.
let's rassle.
and you say. i'm not
sure rassle
is a word, not to
mention these rope
burns around my neck.
she stamps her white
boots and pulls
on the rope
nearly dragging you
across the floor.
giddyup, she says.
let's giddyup.
once again, you say,
i'm not sure giddyup is
an actual verb.
no more talking, she
says, and puts
on her hat.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
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