Tough
Girl
You’re
a
tough
girl
with
your
long-‐sleeve
tattoos
and
husband-‐beater
thrown
over
top,
down
south
to
your
honky-‐tonk
feet:
black
paint
on
a
row
of
white
keys
that
don’t
peek
outta
heels
or
whisper
in
flats,
but
twist
and
shout—
bare
and
bucking
benches
a
la
Jerry
Lee.
Great
balls
of
fire
have
been
doused
by
that
fuck-‐off
stare
you
got
so
good
at
in
your
stepdaddy’s
house
when
he’d
come
sniffin’
round
your
room
at
night
with
that
nose
you
busted
bloody
raw
and
rushing
red
as
the
period
that
made
a
woman
outta
you
before
he
ever
could.
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