with vodka that
the bouncer picked
up from the Station
brought in
he tucked it into
his leather jacket
as if he did this
all the time and it
was nothing to him
he was not afraid (or very good looking)
they would catch him
with it and after they
were inside he handed
it to her too—yuck
loud the music of
Heart a band from
Seattle and REO Speedwagon
Can’t Fight This Feeling
loud and exciting
but she didn’t
drink it anymore
it wasn’t worth
sneaking in
she thought
the bouncer picked
up from the Station
brought in
he tucked it into
his leather jacket
as if he did this
all the time and it
was nothing to him
he was not afraid (or very good looking)
they would catch him
with it and after they
were inside he handed
it to her too—yuck
loud the music of
Heart a band from
Seattle and REO Speedwagon
Can’t Fight This Feeling
loud and exciting
but she didn’t
drink it anymore
it wasn’t worth
sneaking in
she thought
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| Constance Schultz lives in the Pacific Northwest with her lovely daughter and Winston the dog. She likes to write and has had a piece published in Calamus Journal and more forthcoming in Blue Noon Literary Magazine, Figroot Press and Stonecoast Review Literary Magazine. |
