The cranberry juice twinge
of your
water eyes
blurring into t.v. blues,
you’re on the edge
of his bed
and it’s obvious
you’re still thinking
it was yours
for a while.
A short while.
You’re tired,
levitating
above the legal percentage,
seeing everything
in doubles.
You’re staring too hard
too long
and trying not to know
that neither on of him
will ever come
back.
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C.C. Russel
C.C. Russel lives in Wheatland, Wyoming. Former editor of
The Owen Wister Review, Russel now works as a convenience store clerk – a job, we're told, that is highly-suited to literary pursuits.
Russel's work has appeared in over 34 publications throughout the U.S., Canada, and England, including:
Cotton Gin,
Oyster Boy Review, and
The Hiram Poetry Review.
