Burn Buried

A Contemporary Poem

Colour photo of a girl’s knickers.
Not Candy’s, I don’t think. (WikiCommons Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported)

One night,
while cadging a lift off a
friend of a friend, and
four of us ending up cramped in a small car:
three nondescript guys, plus Candy
— a sexy and attractive teenage girl in
a very encouraging way —
with the workday behind us, and all of us going back to our respective digs,
scooting along with no particular urgency,
my friend Hal…

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Artist and writer; artworks, prose and poetry.

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Jakob Zaaiman

Jakob Zaaiman

Artist and writer; artworks, prose and poetry.

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