Dear Mam,
The cowboys here are ugly as muledeers,
with just as many flies at their snorting nostrils.
I know you were praying otherwise.
It's been hot. There were squirrels fanned out on the branches
regretting their tails and it wasn't even noon.
I poked Cousin You-Know-Which-One in the solar plexus
for calling me fanciful three times before breakfast
and once when i was ironing his shirt.
I know i must stay through the apples and i must learn
everything i can from Aunt Chess
but some mornings i waken balled up like a spy
wishing i could catch the first slingshot outta here
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