standing outside her trailer park home
etched on her skin
on a frame far too scrawny
are the traces of four wild kids
and three failed marriages
ravaged by inconstancy
plundered by Pall Mall and Smirnoff
sallow in tone, shadowed by fatigue
in clothing better suited to the young
her exposed belly screams
Tell me I'm still sexy
Tell me you could love me
...please...