by Grant McLaughlin
When I go back to Dallas I'll hug my brother like I'm coming home from far away places. When I go back to Dallas, I'll breathe clean air like I've been wearing a mask with clogged bullshit filters. I'll see the Madonna with purple hair and cook her a meal for the times she didn't let my heart go hungry. When I go back to Dallas I'll put my dancing shoes back on like I'm reattaching my feet to my legs. I'll sit at the round table and eat rare steaks with my Family. When I go back to Dallas I'll buy a 12 pack and take it to my sisters house. I'll hit the town with my friends like it's a Highschool reunion. I'll be reading my own book when I go back to Dallas.