DATE

Come-pitted, leather-bloused diplomat
trilling acquiescence through skull-ringed fingers.

“Is there a back door to this 7-Eleven”

“I didn’t come here for you...”
‘UNZIP’
“I didn’t come here for you...!”
‘FLOMP’
“I DIDN’T COME HERE FOR YOU...”
SUCK&STROKE&SUCK

Muted Camero engine splits the suburban night.
Tobacco shield meets the front door first.

“Is there a back way out of my life?”

by Ralph Greco