I liked the town
Except for the woman
Who looked older than she was
With her plastic cup of beer on main street after dark
A visage like the nearby sage flats
She laughed too much
talked too much
Because I was busy
Making a photograph she thought was funny
Actually
I didn’t mind her yet
She told me of a murder in the building across the street
How the richest woman in the world
Once froze to death nearby
But when she started talking conspiracies
She’d heard on the radio and thought were true
I wondered why neat towns have so many idiots
I should become a dictator
Then people would act a certain way
I gritted my teeth so I could bear her ugly face
And said I had to go.
