do not expect too much from the end of this poem
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jack runs east towards four no maybe five forks on this road lay my lair of bones with the lights off above the fields way uphill there at this quiet hour in that dark house they won't notice red brake lights aglow a dead end while fog pushes against the glass this warm aether I've called down for us just this once I am not confident about being a wife maybe it's because of my Southern Illinois White Trash Instincts in an open hearted delirium high off of glyphosate or whatever they are spraying the corn with these days but I have found myself alone with nothing but time racing up and down I-55 considerate of your potential as my future babydaddy but only if... in another life can you find it in your self to forgive me do you think we've met before will you kneel a second and pray with me I know it's all just so hard to believe but sweetheart this time I really am trying my best. I promise.
xxxx,
Maude

New maude just dropped!!! There is a very specific emotion tied to this, and you hit it perfectly damn. Poems with American undertones >>>