Get Hard Or Go Home

Two poems by Ginger Jones

Blessed Is The Front Porch

I hear your voice all over myself. 
I am covered in sounds of you. 
You make hit records when you call me baby.

I’m developing a taste for sweeter things. 
Soul food. 
I couldn’t be happier slowing my pace and kissing your face. 
This simple life feels like salvation.

You take pride in me.
Protect me. 
Spoil you with my kisses and womanly ways.

I can make you feel the pleasures of a slow man. 

My heart is burning whole in my chest.

We’re the talk of the town. He wants to marry into the west coast.
I left California to forget about a man and I found a father.

Wayward
Vagabond

He makes me hold the gun. 

This has got to be the point of no return. I am no longer my own. 
There was never anything else before now.
This peace. 
This life where I’m yours.

This,
the wildest thing I’ve ever known.

What A Girl Can Carry

Bought a double-barrel shotgun
to stop a man in his tracks.
It was an even trade
for some heavy handed petting.

Someone else’s hometown boys
asked me if I shoot.
Show me where the safety is on this thing,
or give me some leather to bite down on.

The tallest one asked if I was staying.
I let him grip my face with bleeding knuckles
on the riverbank rocks,
watching water drag over stone.

I’m calling it a night.
drinking beers with your buddies,
covering myself in sticks,
blending into the creek and going to sleep.

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Ginger Jones is a poet from California.