Saturday, September 28, 2019

a taste for gin by J.J. Campbell

i used to sneak
into the basement
when i was a kid
and drink from
the bar

it’s where i developed
a taste for gin by
the age of nine

it wouldn’t be until
years later that my
father would realize
all the booze in the
basement was gone

he confronted me
about it and i said
yeah, i drank it all

a responsible drunk
would never let that
good shit go to waste

as a former alcoholic
he couldn’t argue with
that logic

when my parents got
divorced, i started to
restock the bar

of course, i was in
high school by then

the bottles would be
empty before the dust
could settle on them





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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