if I leave you all for the rodeo there will be signs it will have been this unfamiliar uniform that seduced me to the arena wondering what they talk about back there between events out of sight the air thick with livestock Americana and the like the announcer’s heady drawl the flailing flag unfurled the kind of curiosity that killed the cat wondering what brought them to this place of corporeal risk and reward how they shoulder the shame when the bull bucks them off again too soon what salve is there for that and when the fringe is flying all I can think about is the story that must be behind that hat how much a life like this costs in bones in another world you’d catch me stroking the horses’ fine coat catch me racing around barrels at breakneck speed spend my Fridays fumbling a two-step strangling a longneck skirting a longhorn sitting on the rail I could live a whole different life but this is more a born than learned way of living I can see
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