The Last Time Anything Meant Anything. by J.J. Campbell

drops of Jupiter

on the radio and

i’m thinking of

the last time i

held you in

my arms

the last time

anything meant

anything to

anyone

the last time i

danced under

the moon with

a bottle of

something

strong

the last time the

words i love you

carried a weight

i could actually

support

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves and is currently trapped in suburbia. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Record Magazine, Misfit Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Mad Swirl and Synchronized Chaos. His latest chapbook, the taste of blood on christmas morning, was published by Analog Submission Press in July 2018. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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