Ten Trucks in the Parking Lot, Soybean Fields to the Horizon

Don't deceive me, Andrea.
This town is barely four blocks
Wide, and everybody quickly
Learns what everybody else
Is doing. How long did it take
For even Melvin at the fire
Station to learn that you'd
Slept with me, and how long
Do you think it took for me to learn
That you were seen, a little drunk
And much undressed, on County
Road 168, with Angel Suarez? Not
Too long. I'm in the bowling alley
Now, not bowling, drinking here
With friends, and wondering
What I ought to do, since I have
Been deceived.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-09-17 at 02:17

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