cowboys. men in tight jeans,
boots
with spurs,
bolo ties
on an embroidered
shirt.
the belt with a big buckle
stamped
Texas.
she liked the big hats,
white or black,
the way
they talked
with a long
piece of straw hanging out
of their mouth,
chewing
on a wad
of Red Man stuck between
their cheeks.
she liked the way
they danced
in a line, kicking their
boots
against the floor,
and drank whiskey.
she adored
how they'd say clever things
like this
ain't my first rodeo, or
giddy up.
i didn't have a chance,
sipping my
apple martini
at the bar, reading Hamlet.
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