a dainty soul
small town whispers
in a small town bar
and you’ll casually
ignore the hair on her
legs and that bulge
between them
she smokes her cigarette
like some southern queen
crosses her legs like
she always wanted to
be a dainty soul
and it must be the alcohol
as she calls out plays for
the football game playing
on the television
complains that the safety
never comes up to support
the defense against the run
how does she get her skin
this smooth
and why does she keep
forcing my head under
the table…
small town whispers
too bad technology has
now reached the sticks
some asshole surely is
filming this…
©J.J. Campbell all rights reserved
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is stuck in suburbia wondering where the lonely housewives are. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Mad Swirl, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Rye Whiskey Review and Misfit Magazine. You can find him waxing poetic most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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