missionary

flash poem:
Hardcore loved that girl since seeing her
kick her keds off from the porch swing.
Kissed her on a moonless night—
she complained about tobacco on my lips.
Underneath her dress found riches tucked
and kissed them alive. Her old man
screaming bloody murder from his porch
the night she ran away.

Sex with her at the bridge motel. Sex
in the car sold for scrap one month
to pay a dentist’s bill for her.
Called her honey or baby or both.
A shovel blade to the nostrils spilled
rubies she’d been keeping in her head.

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About Geoff Munsterman

A boy shakes his tin of pennies the bait shop turns to crickets. Their loud song drowns.
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6 Responses to missionary

  1. Tim Keeton says:

    Damn, Geoff! I did not see that coming.

    Iiii llliiiike it!

  2. Also, Geoff, did you get the email I sent you the other day?

  3. soulintention: signed .............bkm says:

    Very well done…..and to true in many cases……bkm

  4. Hmm, Geoff. “Missionary” sits in awfully close proximity to “hardcore.” Interesting.
    Only kidding.
    The imagery is exquisite, and really quite sweet… until it isn’t.

  5. Sandra says:

    And this is a flash? Man, Geoff, you’re sick! And I mean that in the best possible way. 🙂

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