If you must define me, you can
do so in timeless (dated) cliches:
white trash, buck-toothed redneck
waitress, knobby-kneed, barefoot
with a passel of kids like stair-steps.
married too young to the toothless
4x4 driver who was not
the sharpest tool in the shed.
He wore me like a wife beater -
too tight and dirty.
But these are not my words
borrowed and stolen.
Mine are kudzu vines,
wrapped too tight
around a column of bones.