georgia girl

yeah, she's a georgia girl.
purebred.
freckled.
takes her whiskey straight.

her voice is
fried chicken and
rusted bass strings.

she finger paints
sun-tanned laughter
in the mud
caked onto
the doors of her pickup.

and she's just ever so concerned with
children and their children
and cheap air conditioning
and dinner...

what a georgia girl,
born and raised.

Author's Note

I have family like this.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice, deep fried awesomeness