She was kinda cute, and kinda young,
and no one knew she kept a pistol
in her purse. She only used it once.
So I wonder: Was she the Master
of her own Domain?
Upon this point we could now dispute . . .
I would see her often at the slams
come Friday nite, and often she would win,
way back in nineteen ninety-nine.
She would feign with innocence,
thinly veil a smile and flirt
with mystery . .… Continue