we made love
to country music
steel guitars hum
as your lips touch mine
your father hated
hank williams sr.
so we went on
as the record skipped
i was raised in the city
but born in the fields
you’ve been here
since your first breath
i don’t own leather boots
or a stetson
but i do carry around
a broken heart
another song
another kiss
another night
in the country