I want to be

The poetry bus is running on Monday, and I've decided to jump on early with this poem that accidentally fits Padhraig Nolan's prompt. We were to choose a particular picture (see here for directions) and write a poem to accompany it. This picture just fits my mood. I've been way too serious lately, so it's time to lighten up a bit!

I post this with apologies to all my trashy friends, but sometimes,


I want to be

one of those trashy girls

in the too tight jeans

and the too short tank tops

that I saw on the porch

of the biker bar

on Route 60.

I want to stand

with a beer in my hand.

I want my curls long and loose.

I want to wear high heeled shoes

or platforms.

I want my toes peeking out,

my nails painted blue.

I want a tatoo.

I want to go somewhere

with the wind in my hair.

I want to be full of sass.

I want to kick somebody's...