From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Peeling An Old Onion
by Jolie Blond
11/13/04
The young woman,
thirty years younger than him,
drops by
night after night,
making small talk,
looking into his eyes,
searching,
peeling back layer after layer
of this surprising complex man,
hoping . . .
hoping that
once all the peeling was done
and she had gotten to his center
that there would be something there
worth keeping.
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