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Poor White Girl, poem by David Jibson
You’ve seen her before serving greasy fried potatoes at Denny’s, cleaning rooms at Motel 6, or selling gas and cigarettes at Mini-Mart. One day she’ll marry a boy Who stacks lumber at Home Depot, lays carpet or drives a tow truck and knows how … Continue reading
Honky-Tonk, poem by David Jibson
Outside, a mercury vapor lamp on its tall wooden pole throws blue fire down onto the gravel parking lot below, where cowboys riding pick up trucks instead of horses scuffle with each other in the shadows to preserve their honor. Blood and spit dampen the earth. … Continue reading