Showing posts with label poverty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poverty. Show all posts

Women In Dresses

Women In Dresses

I like women in dresses
I like women with brains.

But they consider it
for a minute or two
upon knowing what I do
and where I lay my head,
how I get around
and conclude, "He's not going
no place good I can see,"
and wonder,

"What's a guy like you doing
in a woman like me?"


September 2011
First Reading: Ypsilanti, Michigan. June 2012.


Employee Discount

Employee Discount

After Barbra finished her G.E.D, she was able to make enough money as a waitress at the Hominy Diner to get a place of her own in Purcell with her new baby. She went there because she wanted to be "close" (about an hour) to "the city" (Oklahoma City). She landed a job at the new Wal•Mart Super-Center where she started in the stock room and moved up to a cashier position and made an honest if not affluent living.

She lived in a small apartment above the house of a chain-smoking widow before she ended up getting impregnated, married and re-impregnated by Russ, the Assistant Manager, all within 2 years. She moved into Russ's large modular home on an open lot with a man-made pond. It wasn't a bad life, but before their three year anniversary Russ, who was being investigated for running meth to Langston, blew his brains out with a shotgun that he bought with his employee discount.