She caught me in my underpants,
splayed on the floor,
reading the Beats
and scratching myself.
“You pig!” she screamed.
“Can’t you see you
have a drinking problem?!”
“My good woman,” I replied,
“you neither have faith
nor truly understand me...
I have no drinking
problem, but a
drinking solution!”
splayed on the floor,
reading the Beats
and scratching myself.
“You pig!” she screamed.
“Can’t you see you
have a drinking problem?!”
“My good woman,” I replied,
“you neither have faith
nor truly understand me...
I have no drinking
problem, but a
drinking solution!”
Harris Coverley has verse published or forthcoming in Polu Texni, California Quarterly, Star*Line, Corvus Review, The Oddville Press, Better Than Starbucks, EgoPHobia, 5-7-5 Haiku Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, and many others. He lives in Manchester, England.
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