its the afternoon after
alcohol still dances through my veins
with blood that seems thick and dry
my vomit is probably still wet
on the corner of 8th and Main
and to match my torn dress
there is the smallest of cracks in my heart
he didn’t hurt me
but I hurt to watch him wonder
if he’s good enough
to watch him watching, wondering
if a few guns and a high n’ tight
are enough to turn my affections
I love this town
and know I am already forgiven
by the city sidewalks
this town loves me too
and holds me close
without hemming me in
Even if there wasn’t time to knit
and even if she’s still working on who
she is; not ready to realize
she is the same with or without
those thirty pounds
I’ll still be heading home today
with a smile in my soul
I got what I came for, Boise. : )
