Subterranean Press, 2002
In literature, I love dirty, sleazy, white trash Texas.
I love sweaty, bloody, cum-stained Texas.
Barefoot, whiskey-breath, evil-eyed Texas.
Strip club, gun rack, conceal carry Texas.
Big-talkin’, neon sign, tornado warning Texas.
I love books that make all us Texans look like felons with barbecue sauce stains on our shirts. Or good Bible-thumping people just one cool breeze away from scandalous sex with the church organist.
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