We Pinks
she opened
her duster flap
she flashed her tin star
she threw a silver piece in
the woman's lap
she bobbed
for it like it
was an apple - that juicy one
that didn't make it into the mason
canning jar
"where's that bad ass?"
she asked with her teeth clenched
on the woman's crotch biting lunch
"preacher owes the devil I'm collecting brass"
pinkerton letterhead wet with a hunch ink-smeared
fraud one time too much the black rain angered the
hanging judge the jury was benched
coal strike
anvil ringing to
deaf ears and aroused alike
"we pinks initiate the union
with a piercing needle" she unpinned
her star on her inside flap and pinned
it almost to the woman's inside flap it's
sweetwater in your lap how quick a woman
answers when somebody's sinned
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
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As usual, this one goes right to the "pink."
Ron
the woman's crotch biting lunch"
Love,
Deborah
Sandie