We were going to talk about something else
About how you were slapped
And thrown out on a dirt road
  She licks her lips

Yes

Breaking you in the door jamb
Off a kerosene light

Moths still circle
By the light from the front porch

       Yes
In her mind she stills sees it shining
Down on dark country road

Miles of barbed wire fences
That you lean on as if drunk
Rusted snagged and torn cuts
All almighty your heart

Yeah
Tailights of his truck driving off in the rain
Nights where you light a cigarette and lay where he's been

But
He slammed me up and shut
Like an ironing board
Locked me in the closet

It is hard to breath

Walking down the road
Barefoot and tired
A rattlesnake
Beneath every step
Beer can crushed
A moon shadowed sillohuet