Monday, November 5, 2018

Reverse Cowgirl. by Ryan Quinn Flanagan



The door swung open
and she stumbled in
plastered:

Reverse cowgirl!
she slurred.

What’s that?
I asked.

I’m on top,
only backwards.

I liked the sounds of reverse cowgirl
and followed her into
bedroom.

And by the way
she moved,
I could tell
it wasn’t her first
rodeo.





Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, The Rye Whiskey Review, Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Dope Fiend Daily and In Between Hangovers.

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