Wednesday, July 24, 2019

after a night of drinking by J.J. Campbell

listening to the
muse snore at
1:30 in the

not in bed like
i would love
to, but over
the phone

making sure
she doesn’t
choke on her
own vomit
after a night
of drinking

i believe they
call this love
in the digital

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. (

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