Small Town Girl
Entertainment committee of one.
A small town girl.
This is what we do.
It is our mantra, our calling, our truth.
Not speaking to everyone is unnatural.
It is a wonder I have not become the victim
of six serial killers.
Listening committee of one.
I listen to everyone, I have those eyes.
People know. I try to hide it.
But I have no mask that covers these hazel lenses.
Waitresses and busboys follow me home.
To sit on my couch, and tell their tales.
It is a miracle I found the right husband
To give them the look that keeps them from moving in.
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