hometown
abigail beaudelle
I. I live in a city
of grimaces.
A quaint small-town-charm-school
hate-club -
hello
is cut
by a curt "I'mjustlooking
thankyou."
Tight-lipped matrons
neglect
the swell of breath.
Well I guess that's retail.
II. I live in a town
of puckered souls
and crimped smiles -
of narrow-eyed
Bless Her Heart's.
III. Your mother is a racist.
I cringe
and retreat -
watching you laugh
at nigger
and Jew jokes
curdles my blood
and turns
all you say
into mold-filmed milk.
And somehow
she found out I was gay.
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