persona non grata by J.J. Campbell

i just washed my hands for 
the twentieth time today

i have a mask that goes 
with every t-shirt i wear

being a loner, i have always 
been ahead of the curve with 
being socially distant

hell, i see these beautiful women 
walk by day after day and i might 
as well be the living embodiment 
of persona non grata

there’s a sad song playing in 
the distance

if life was a movie, this would be 
the time for a shocking death

or for the main character to reveal 
some startling truth

but everyone already knows 
about being molested

nearly being killed by the father

drinking and driving

failed suicide attempts

the abortions

the old lovers

the lesbian that still haunts 
the dreams

perhaps, it is time for a sunset 
and a lonely boy accepting fate

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Red Eft Review, The Beatnik Cowboy, Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash and Cajun Mutt Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)