Monday, August 12, 2013

Statute of Limitations

for Josh

Sure, I’m going to miss the bayou
for awhile and the redneck foreplay
of my favorite bouncer’s double-tap,
moving a little lady’s Bowie knife
as she slides all the way over
to the sweaty middle, and kisses
that taste like stale beignets and Jim Beam.

But I think those swamps will miss me, too,
especially deep inside where it’s quiet,
and the secret ways we kept each other fed.



Off the Coast - Summer 2013

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