the first date

I knew we wouldn't get along
when she pulled
out her banjo

and began to play.
her sister took out a pair
of spoons
and started banging them

on her boney knees.
her aunt Sadie came out
of the kitchen

with a washboard
and pops came in from milking
a goat

and started playing his fiddle.

her mother put her teeth in and
began to yodel.

they passed around a jug
of white lighting

and the children started
dancing. they let the pigs
in too,

as I raised my shoes, sitting
there with a bouquet of flowers
in my calvin klein suit.