ROMANTIC SAVAGE.(Poem)

   I was standing in the 90 degree sun 
   In 18 pounds of deerskin dress 
   Selling my husband's crafts 
   To tight fisted tourists 
   When she suddenly 
   Pushed by me and grabbed his arm. 
   "I want my next husband to be Indian," 
   She announced. 
 
   I thought about emptying 
   My water bottle onto her head 
   But figured I'd feel better 
   If I dumped it on my own. 


	
	

	



   
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   I thought about grabbing her arm 
   And asking if she'd prefer an Indian wife. 
   I thought about offering her some ...

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