| whatever broken spanish i remember she whispers to me in spanish when she’s feeling sexy i try my best to respond with whatever broken spanish i remember from school her kisses are like the sweetest candy of course, i’m a diabetic the human condition i don’t mind the pain i have grown to accept it it’s part of the human condition it’s the price for not killing myself as a child my penalty for allowing myself to be stepped on, have my heart trampled and be constantly reminded that i was never good enough to begin with this weird void another christmas alone stuck in this weird void all my friends live too far away there’s no woman on this earth willing to even take the chance with me too bad, i’m still a fucking dreamer skin tough enough to no longer give two shits endless strings of lights i remember the dysfunction from my youth at christmas the eventual argument while putting up the fake tree and endless strings of lights i learned all the dirty words by the time i was five hated all the holidays before i reached ten years old not exactly good while trying to incorporate yourself into the world the last hope i have i look in her eyes and see all the fantasies i never got to have in my youth the last hope i have at ever finding love her neon soul brings what little joy i can actually feel these days maybe one day i’ll convince her there’s actually a future we could share J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is currently trapped in suburbia, wondering where the lonely housewives are hiding. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Red Eft Review, Under The Bleachers, Horror Sleaze Trash, Chiron Review and Yellow Mama. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com) |