Turnip Truck Girl Poem by Raj Dronamraju

She lies on her parents' bed
For the moment adjusted to room temperature
And with feet pointed compass-style towards dumb wallpaper

I had to discover for myself
She works as a hairdresser
Took out the back seat of her car so she could use the space to fill with bags of hair supplies and old clothes

I had to discover for myself
She likes Mexican food and other tangential minor connections
She is self-conscious for being roly poly

She is full figured and what if she did fall off the turnip truck?
What if she breached her unstated role in a strange enterprise - society?
She has a loose attachment to anything outside her home or workplace

Maybe she won't be the one to take it too personally
She still laughs at the Muppet Show
Brings to mind Miss Piggy when she chortles about male/female relations