Post-Hysterectomy

1.

Only the panty hose is left

balled in the non-drawer.

The strangler long gone.

 

2.

I think gold rush, overnight

boom, rapid expansion,

until the mines are vacated,

the horses left for dead.

 

3.

There used to be shoot-outs,

filthy boots kicking,

 

caked with mud & shit.

It’s a fucking ghost town,

windows sutured shut.

 

Now I am the sheriff

& nothing ever happens.


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