A poem about a woman living in Eastern Colorado.
Logan County
(05/01/97 revision)
She grew up in Logan county
But every year they went to Nebraska
And once, she had been to Denver
A cold wind blew in off the prairie
Through the open window
Blew the lacy curtains
Into her face
As she washed up the dishes
She married Floyd when she was 18
Even though she didn’t have to
Like her friend Elaine
Staring at the duct-tape
Like some demented cross
Covering the window, broken
When Floyd put his hand through
(He was mad and drunk)
He wore the bandage for two weeks
She pours herself another drink
Then fills the bottle up with water
The ice sounds light
And playful in the glass
She knew that Floyd was sleeping with
The waitress at the DEWDROP INN
She wished secretly that she could find
Some horrible torture
Or maybe throw acid in her face
Floyd kept Muriatic acid in the barn
Her name is Dorothy
And a small farm could nestle
In her fantastic cleavage
She wondered what it felt like
To be…big…like that
As she put the Miracle Whip
Back in the refrigerator
She had never seen a play
But she thought her life
Would make a good TV show
She acted in the Melodrama
Senior year in High School
Her Grandma said she should have been an actress
The peas looked too green
But fresh were out of season
Little Joey mashed his frozen peas under his plate
Too green to be…real
He eats like an animal
He eats like his father
She had an affair once
With the telephone man
They had been together
Six times in two weeks
Then she broke it off because
She felt guilty
She had another lover too
He enfolded her like nightfall
He would marry her someday
They’d never see Eastern Colorado again
She had read about him in a
Romance novel
The novel had a beautiful cover
A woman in a white dress
That was falling off of her shoulders
Being held by a dreamily beautiful lover
She used to read Danielle Steel
But not anymore
There was just too much sex in it
Damn! She had dropped a dish
It shattered with a crash
She stooped to pick it up
The fragments were wet and slick
With soap
She bent down
Her floral print housedress spread
Thin
Across her bottom
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