Rising from the missed my
goddamn train like a totem on the track,
I'm soot black and swearing blue -
Casey, can you turn it back?
I'm a first time suffragette.
Haven't kissed a sailor yet.
Haven't broke my temperance vow.
Haven't had a chance till now.
I'm not plain, but I'm not pretty.
My best hope is in the city
far away from this endless prairie.
Otherwise, I'll have to marry.
Good Casey, if you'll turn around
and whisk this totem off the track
away from all I've known and been,
I'll never miss a train again.
For The Mag