Tonight's Poet Corner: Fraudulent Charges
Fraudulent Charges
by Belinda Roddie
Devil tried to get my credit card
canceled, sweeping through Tennessee,
buying up all the guns and ammo that he
could see, swiping bottles of whiskey
with each swipe of plastic. But there was
something in it for me, and when I came home,
the guy was slouched on my couch, drinking
straight from the bottle and watching TV. "Reruns,"
he told me, hiccuping once, before offering a Colt
for me to holster. "Want to go shoot some birds?"
by Belinda Roddie
Devil tried to get my credit card
canceled, sweeping through Tennessee,
buying up all the guns and ammo that he
could see, swiping bottles of whiskey
with each swipe of plastic. But there was
something in it for me, and when I came home,
the guy was slouched on my couch, drinking
straight from the bottle and watching TV. "Reruns,"
he told me, hiccuping once, before offering a Colt
for me to holster. "Want to go shoot some birds?"
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