So you’re a young man,
and you met her at the grocery
store, huh? Alright,
she was working in the meat
department, cutting meat, blood
and fat spilled onto her apron
and dripped to the floor
while she sang the R&B songs
she learned while living and dancing
in Las Vegas. She was born in Cal-
ifornia, moved to North
Carolina when she was young,
had a child when she was young,
talks too much about this Christ
fella who you don’t put much
stock in, yeah? And when she
curses she doesn’t look so cute,
she curse how quiet Raleightown
gets when the sun goes down, curses
her station and curses you -- yet,
when downtown buildings throw
shadows over her blue eyes,
which are as complicated
as the water of Mono Lake,
and she looks into those of her child --
it don’t matter, po’ boy. It don’t
matter, po’ boy, not
one bit.
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