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By Misti Date: 2002 Feb 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.15.14.40.31195]] |
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Texas, it was so good for us in the beginning! what went wrong? where do i begin? you were generous and benevolent to the three year old me the me who loved to watch "Hee Haw" and call the dj on the phone and say "Play 'Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain'!" you were some beautiful magic when you were the dirt road that led to Meme and Pop's house with nothin' but pasture and barbed wire fence facin' me as I played on the swingset in the front yard before runnin' inside for a banana popsicle oh how I loved you with fervor and feverish worship when you were a simple Friday night rodeo or football game when you were Fritos and bean dip after a beauty pageant a glittering tiara crooked on my glossy black empty head when you were Meme in the bed beside me tickling my back and telling me Pocahontas and Indian Chief stories that always ended with happiness and a moral lesson Texas, somewhere between 1985 and today your power lessened after all...I'm allergic to livestock and Waylon and Willie can only take a girl so far the tiara fell off my head filled with big fat raindrops lightning crashed and the tree went boom I hid from you in my room with a black and white Marilyn Monroe poster on the wall and a picture of the sinking Titanic taped beneath the "Don't Just Float Through Life...Make Waves!" poster on the closet door no more "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain" "Pretty in Pink" and "She's Wearing Red" fed my palette Texas, you were too much too soon too much plastic pride too much facade too much family too much glitz too many piles of bullshit offendin' my freckled nose I was never your yellow rose, Texas you cheated on me with cheerleaders/rodeo queens irony deficient drawlin' good ole gals you loved them all more than me their heads weren't filled with raindrops how could a state so grand and red white and blue love a girl with a soggy head? Saturn is returning, Texas and I know you can't understand 'cause you don't believe in astrology Something is happening and you have no clue as to what it is (you don't listen to Bob Dylan, either) Someone has come to take me away from you, dear Texas but don't call the Texas Rangers to save me I want to be abducted I don't want your chivalry or your sentimentality save it for a Houston deb or a Delta Gamma who believes in you as much as she believes in George Bush and her football scholarship boyfriend and don't forget Jesus even though you're bigger than Jesus and John Lennon you're the winnin'est state you're great, sweet Texas too great for this cowgirl to ride into the strip mall obscured sunset so goodbye and thanks for the mildew I won't forget you anytime soon. |