Office by Alex Penny
A city girl with a country heart. I write about line dancing, pancakes, and the occasional soldier. But only if he can two-step.
because I wear my dancing boots to the bar instead of boots covered in horse shit, I’m like
we’re five miles outside the heart of one of the largest cities in the country, and about six times that far from the nearest open field. who’s out of place, here?
and don’t give a fuck
shaking my ass without giving a shit, they were like
and I just looked at them like
meanwhile the boy is off to the side like
I like to make it worse by proving that his heels are actually higher than mine
with your midriff hanging out, and all the housewives are giving you dirty looks, it’s just like
tailgating is valuable tanning time, obviously
I take a corner of the floor and start doing the right one and I feel like
but then I get really into it and
