“Andy stole my cherry
on a toothpick
& swallowed it whole,”
she sd. I was out
of the army a couple weeks,
madly in lust. “Now Andy’s gone,
no one can say where,
otherwise I wouldn’t be dancing
in this shithole.” She smelled
like a dogpound in August, but
she had a wad of bills
the size of a sandwich. Had a snake
tattooed around her ankle,
pierced nipple & that edgy, unreachable
disinterest I couldn’t
get enough of.
Two hundred for the night, two bones
from her dealer later, we jumped
into a Checker cab.
Back in my room,
The dope dropped my head
Like a tulip.
She cleaned me out.
“Ants,” she sd.
next day at the club,
“people are ants,”
lifted her feet & stomped
them down. Next morning, I started begging
my way back to my folk’s house
in Bumfuck, USA.
Don Winter about Don Winter
I went from being owner of Southeast Real Estate to poverty after a 1998 divorce. I’ve since taken up the poem, with acceptances from 5 AM, New York Quarterly, Bogg, Slipstream, Pearl, Chiron Review, Nerve Cowboy, Passages North, Southern Poetry Review, London Magazine, Sycamore Review, and close to 500 other journals in the US, Canada, England, Ireland, Scotland, Switzerland, New Zealand, and Australia. My work has been nominated for twelve Pushcarts. I am co-founder and co-editor of the journal of literature and art Fight These Bastards.
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