...a virtue.

You were the woman who wanted too much too fast.  And wondering… why you shouldn’t you have it all?  Tall, smart, able to do a cartwheel, you hold your liquor well until you don’t.  You brood chicks, fix headlights, click your heels in stilettos, shoot raccoons.  And now you are waiting. 

“Where have you been, lover?  In the belly of a large whale?  Eaten by wolves?” 

Yes.  And Yes.  You are my good time girl.  Always with lipstick and a smile, and never with too many questions.  You will wait for me patiently until the wheels come off.  

Made and Broken

You were the woman with her heart made and broken within thirty consecutive minutes.  A Friday night thick with honey and whiskey, and the hot water to weed out the difference between the two.  You were the woman in lipstick, earrings and fading mascara, stooping to shorthand courtship, which is common these days.  You were the woman with hope despite many many faulty cornerstones...a woman in waiting to be proven wrong.