I painted my nails maraschino red and immediately
stuck my hand into a bag of chicharones 
Varnish still wet
Pork rind sparkles now dotting the red like expensive
nail art
I couldn’t help it
And I bet you liked that, you panhandled, barrel
chested, looky loo freak

You like looking at me
You like looking at me and seeing your own reflection
You like pageant ready hands and pork cracklin breath

Texas you’re so big you could swallow a person’s
lifetime the way a frog can swallow a fly

I’ve seen you do it 

Decades gulped into your borders

You tried to get me too
Suck me up like the last bit of Dr. Pepper in the can 
But I wasn’t raised on the fairytale of division of land 
I wasn’t raised to think that you were a place to escape
I wasn’t raised to think I was a thing to be snatched
up

So it’s fine
You’re my home
That’s fiiiine

I mean…
You’re a sicko 
You’re a scoundrel
But so is this whole freakin landmass
So are all its people

Yellin at each other
In each others faces foggin up their glasses with pork
cracklin breath

And that’s fine
I’m fine
The whole freakin landmass 
You’re my home

And I bet you like that
You sick freak