She’s had her heart smashed in two
by a certain gang or two
They left her out to die.
But she played them all
at their game; and came out
smelling like a colt.
A colt 45 swinging from her thigh
and she just stood up and owned it.
All the barn walls
came tumbling down,
and she stepped into
the dirt of the dog.
She curled up in her chair
because she missed her old friend
the one who entered the hog.
And the sun went down to
another day in the crowd
to drive alone in the truck.
Hunkering down in the up trodden luck
she stuck out her tongue, and held on.
She crafted her space
like a banshee in a race
and twisted his world all around
as she swung her pen on the couch.
Forgiveness must be earned.
Purple Pennies 