Thomas
Tom was too tame --
also too afraid.
He kept me on that pedestal
for years. Damn, I hate
ruffles and lace and curls.
Pinks and peaches
are such insipid colors,
and that's what he wanted
me to wear to all those dull
Sunday socials. Never
will he leave that one-horse town.
I may have made mistakes
or some unwise choices,
but -- unlike Tom -- I will never
look at hell and think it paradise. |
Huck
When Huck left town
I went with him. I thought
going with him
would provide some excitement
and broken rules.
That was fine for him,
but for me he was worse
than a father.
The way he treated me
you would have thought
he was guarding
his sister's honor --
if he had a sister.
All I ever got from him
was a peck on the cheek
and a pat on the head
as he sent me off to bed
and he headed for the saloon.
You should have seen him carry on
the night he found me at dinner
with Horace McNeeley.
You would have thought I
was acting like one of the girls
from Miss Maudie's.
I told Huck to leave me.
He did. And Miss Maudie hired me.
Since leaving Miss Maudie's in St. Louis,
I've made my way here.
San Francisco is such an exciting town. |
