The Question by John D Robinson

THE QUESTION

‘Why did you ask me what
time I’ll be home? what the
fuck is going on? why’s it
so important for you to
know what time I’m
getting back?’ I said
‘I want to make sure my
lovers have gone’ she said
‘Lovers?’ I questioned,
‘male or female?’
‘Both’ she said:
‘Wow, you’re reaching
out now’ I said ‘I could
even things up’ I suggested:
‘Just get my fucking
cigarettes’ she said ‘and
get your ass back as soon
as you can’
‘Okay’ I said, knowing
the sense of addicts.

C_UsersJohnPicturesJohn-D-RJohn D Robinson was born in 63 in the UK; his poems have appeared widely in the small press and online literary journals including; Rusty Truck; Red Fez; Hobo Camp Review; Rats Ass Review; Down In The Dirt; Yellow Mama; Outsider Poetry; Chicago Record; Horror Sleaze and Trash; BoySlut; In Between Hangovers; He is a contributing poet to the 2016, 48th Street Press Broadside Series.

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