the soft curves
of your brown
skin
feel as right as
any bottle, glass
or joint has ever
felt in my hands
i get lost in your
eyes every time
i take the chance
to just shut up
and listen
if i’m going to
be susceptible
to addiction
it might as well
be you
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is stuck in the suburbs, plotting his escape. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy, otoliths and Cajun Mutt Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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