Sarah Blake



Snow White’s in Texas

I went to a party on a ranch where everyone took off their clothes, playing strip beer pong, strip flip cup, strip anything. I did not take off my dress, not even when the Texas sun asked me to, not even to sleep. I got wasted and then slept in the grass, then on a bathroom floor, then in bed, all the while getting sick up on my knees until I could pull in, again, my legs to my stomach. In the morning the men passed me, bare-chested, smelling of Lone Star and cows, as if birthed from the earth of Texas, from the shit of it. They were the darlings of the new day.   


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