Hold Your Horses Cowboy
If I had this in the bag then you’d be in
a brown paper one from the state store,
waiting for me to turn around, take off
the whole kit and caboodle so I could
get your dander up and jump the gun.
I call things like I see them and how I see
things: teal eyes, tan boots, and a face
that’s forgotten the purpose of a razor,
are only half. There’s no substitute
for you, McCoy—so, let’s paint this town
its favorite color,
and see how long it takes for the satellites
to update their pixels before we go
back to the drawing board to start it all over again,
this time give it a real shot in the arm, a true vaccine for boredom.
CARRIE HOHMANN teaches writing at Edinboro University of PA and lives on a farm with her husband and several hilarious chickens. Her work has appeared in First Class Lit, Print Oriented Bastards, and Forklift Ohio, among others.
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