Hardcore loved that girl since seeing her
kick her keds off from the porch swing.
Kissed her on a moonless night—
she complained about tobacco on my lips.
Underneath her dress found riches tucked
and kissed them alive. Her old man
screaming bloody murder from his porch
the night she ran away.
Sex with her at the bridge motel. Sex
in the car sold for scrap one month
to pay a dentist’s bill for her.
Called her honey or baby or both.
A shovel blade to the nostrils spilled
rubies she’d been keeping in her head.