Things I Miss About Being White Trash

The men are full of passion and ignorance Like fireflies and bulls and vicious dogs With wet pink tongues and eager, violent dispositions Muscled and deliciously out of control Like soul surfing on a raw white sea Every time I think about going back Losing the veneer of my career in the middle class Like a cheap nightie soaked in beer and sweat You know we never could afford air conditioning I can taste those days like sweat on my lip If I could scrape... Read More