They stood at the end of the tobacco row, just beyond where the north end of the field met the woods. They stood in the shadows, perfectly still, watching only her. They reminded her of deer: thin ... [+]
To be a good woman seems a noble thing
A woman like the Bible ones
That we were told in unairconditioned Sunday Schools
Every good parable young girls were told
While putting on skirts
To kiss up boys' scrapes
And clean up boys' messes
I don't know how to fix
But
Perhaps I will be like other good women
Who wash off lipstick stains from mens' crisp white collars
A woman like the Bible ones
That we were told in unairconditioned Sunday Schools
Every good parable young girls were told
While putting on skirts
To kiss up boys' scrapes
And clean up boys' messes
I don't know how to fix
But
Perhaps I will be like other good women
Who wash off lipstick stains from mens' crisp white collars