In the Beginning

Ask and you shall receive, she said to me in the back seat of my Dodge Rambler, parked at the end of the old airstrip, my tires pulled right up to the edge of the crumbling asphalt, then leaned over the front seat just far enough to tune Tulsa in on the radio, just far enough that I could see the fig leaf tattooed into the base of her back, and then I drew her down to me and we closed our eyes to the cattle nosing our windows, waiting to be named, and it was good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S p r i n g G u n P r e s s 2009

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