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 Tough as nails-  resilient heart 

Parks her chopper by the park 

defense is gone she has no fight

Harley Holly cries tonight  

Her helmets on she hears no sound 

she thinks of baby in the ground 

she knows not why they shared their paths

she also knows that cancer laughs 

She remembers his smile 

as she held his hand

This pain is awful. 

This is not what they planned

Her angel whispers "be still" to her

it holds in Holly the birth of more tears

She met baby on a  Sturgis night

His  hands were red he'd won THAT fight

She lifts her head and sees a star

Her guardian angel won’t go far  

 I think my wife wants to join a Gang

Last month I asked her if she was going to her woman’s club meeting

She told me yeah….she was going to go be hanging with her homies

Before she left she asked me to wash the dishes

When she came back she saw a plate with a piece of food on the back 

she told me if it happened again she would pop a cap in my ass

Lately I noticed she was changing all of her recipes

She has scratched out, a CUP of flour and in its place she wrote 8 ball

She renamed her pound cake recipe to Elbow cake

When I asked her why she has a second flip phone she said 

don’t be shook, ripping on my burner

I don’t even know what the hell that means?

When we were getting dressed for church she told me she liked my drip and I looked dope

I don’t know what the hell that means… and neither do any of my friends at the Elks club.

We used to listen to Frank Sinatra,  Dinah Washington and Dean Martin

Now, from the kitchen all I hear is someone named Snoop Dog, Two Pac and some kid named Little Durk. I heard her screaming the chorus of one song. 

This ain't OG, this stuff smoking

I asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She said a pair of Timbo’s size 8

41 years ago I married her for better or worse

And I guess it could be worse

She could be one of those wives that sits on the couch every night 

Complaining about the weather 

And trying to guess the Wheel of Fortune puzzle 

So yeah,  I think my wife wants to join a Gang

 And truth be told…..I down wit dat. 

Somewhere there’s a 27 year old girl who is at least 100 pounds overweight. She wears a pair of purple paisley too tight yoga pants and scowls at cowboys and prissy teenage girls. She hasn’t brushed her teeth in 3 days. It’s more likely you’ll see Big Foot riding on the back of the Loch Ness Monster before she ever shaves her armpits. She is more of a Pit Pony than beauty queen.

She has a piece of lettuce in between her front two teeth from the tuna fish sandwich she bought at Subway two hours ago. She has a faded Ramones triple x t-shirt on with a knot tied in the front. This month her hair is cranberry with one long blond strand hanging halfway down her back. Her nose has never been broken but most people assume it has. The majority of her face is covered with 12 year old patchwork acne. There’s a pimple that should have been popped yesterday where her nose intersects her cheek. It’s more common than not for children to pass by her on the street and open their mouth and gasp when they see her. This morning she sits in the corner of the Starbucks surfing the blogs. Her favorite influencer this month is some 43 year old ex rock and roll wannabe 90’s girl band lead singer. Her band had one song that hit 93 in Billboards Top 100 songs in 1998. Trinity the influencer, swears on the bible that cutting yourself is therapeutical. She has 450,000 followers.  Three prepubescent mini Taylor Swifties who just sat down in the Starbucks see her and whisper and giggle to each other while they look towards the corner. She looks up from the her iPad and see the girls. She squints her eyes and smiles at the soon to be traumatized girls. “If you don’t get out of here is 20 seconds I’m going to find a dull knife and cut each of your little titty nipples off. Then I’m going to string those little nips on a choker that I’ll wear around my neck tonight at Buddy Guy’s Blues Bar. The girls did not hear the second sentence. They were gone. She smiled and felt the piece of lettuce in her teeth. Her tongue found the lettuce and it was gone.

1434 miles away in an office cubicle a 58 year old overweight balding man is counting down the last two minutes until he can take his 45 minute lunch. He looks down at a picture of a 27 year old girl who is at least 100 pounds overweight smiling back at him. Surely she is the most beautiful girl god has ever created. She always was and she always will be. He wonders if he will see his daughter this year for Christmas.