In Wichita KS I’m a bitch.
I am at the boot barn.
He finds me size 8’s.
He tells me he
likes the red ones.
He tells me I look good in the red ones.
He tells me I would look
good with him.
I laugh, avoid, smile, avoid, shrug,
avoid.
finally I tell him off.
At the register my father gives his name
and he gets commission off
my red boots.
My father has never, and will never, have to be a
bitch like me.
I drive us away.
Get in the driver's seat
Get in the
passenger's seat