It was a lonely farm in Prescott for a live girl,
somewhat notorious lewd horse trader
a restless wire humming up her spine. Watch the hills
sink of iniquity tavern jail
change color, feed cows, geese, men. Every night
liquor idlers cards sex
she dreamt herself a crystal chandelier, a dance fire,
gunshot wound to the side trains wanderlust
stairs made of gold, a piano inlaid with devil opals.
in her bedclothes could take on fifty men iridescent
A girl like Betsey can't keep house long.