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Brandi Homan

 

 

In Flaming Hillbilly Color

 

Men with southern accents make me want
to be a military wife. All that rough-necking.
Maybe it's the good food and bad blood,
Janey knocking your friend Chet's tooth
to the ground before pressing her lips to his,
a strawberry soothing with female mouth
taste. You said I was stronger than you
and for a minute I believed. You promised
me screaming hairy armadillo babies,
a quartet with a banjo. Don't you know
we're already on screen? Look at all this
fatback light. Look at all these broken knees.
I am auditioning for the role of Woman
Whose Husband Will Take Too Much
From Me. I am auditioning for the role of.
If you still love me, Motherfucker,
honk like your life depends on it.


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Brandi Homan responds to art, economics, and Country Music not paying her for her poems.