Pamela L. Taylor
Back in grade school they would have yanked
each other’s pigtails or traded
insults about Dottie’s raggedy suit
with the brown stain on her backside
or Eliza Jane’s pointy shoes that could
spear June bugs with each step.
They call themselves professionals
now, wrapping college degrees
around accusations, but behind all that fancy
language, it´s just two country gals
throwing rocks with their tongues.