i want to write a poem for the women in houtzdale
the divorced mothers of two or three driving their kids from this sport to that concert the cigarette between fingers garnished with glue-on nails the way they graduated from the school their children attend always talk about how different school was then
for the women who write cryptic facebook rants and have it out in the comments
to the 50% who let their children get away with murder let them party every single weekend because goddamn at least it gets them out of the house
to the others who taught their kids manners who give theirs limits and restrictions
i want to just sit and talk with each and every one of them to know what goes on in their worn out minds
the women who encourage me to keep going with my academics and get the hell out of this town
the women who are harder on their daughters than their sons to succeed probably afraid it's written in their son's dna to be as his father and spend his days drinking at the moose the legion
the croax club at the bar like they don't have any commitments in the world
i want to write a poem for these bad ass women who carry on every day paycheck to paycheck trying to give their children the best life they can
the women of houtzdale, pennsylvania
