When I Go to Dallas

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.

Published by Grant McLaughlin

Poet and Journalist. email me at grantmac1231999@outlook.com

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