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.
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