my gut feels like
it's back in Ohio  

my sister remembers when
(no, don't bring it up again)

there was a dog and and he had a gun
and I would always be the one
to run toward things
when I should have hidden

about twelve shots of tequila in him
and a rifle wobbling
and my sisters sobbing
he pulls my hair to teach me a lesson

I pull them all in my
little purple Hyundai  
and drive away