Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Learning About Romance at Jake’s, Explained Badly By Greg Clary


Standing in the TJ Maxx checkout line

fluorescent lights humming like cicadas,

I stare at a display of modern salvation:

sleep gummies, alertness pills,

“Stamina” powders, menstrual mercy,

gas relief,

all the physical poetry of being human,

alphabetized under SALE.


I turn to the young mother behind me,

her buggy stacked with frosted wreaths

and peppermint scented illusions.


I ask:


“You trust this stuff more than the gas station racks?”


She laughs without looking up:

“Honey, I barely trust gravity.”


And suddenly, 

I’m back at Jake’s Texaco in Greenbottom,

a kind of community safe house

for boys who liked Elvis,

pickup trucks,

and the idea that life 

was about to begin any day now.


And Jake, our local wizard of

life-skills wisdom and moral confusion,

kept the good stuff behind the counter:

rubbers, apple wine in Mason jars,

pint crocks of moonshine, 

Playboys ragged at the edges,

and one deck of French poker cards,

strictly medical, showing nekkid people

engaged in cardio activities 

unfamiliar to us. 


One hot July day, a buddy and I,

fueled by hope and ignorance, 

sent five dollars cash

to an ad from the back of Argosy Magazine

for a packet of Spanish Fly,

advertised as a romance enhancer,

but we would’ve been happy

if a girl simply nodded at us.


It never arrived.


We checked the mailbox every day

as if it cradled 

the future of our hearts. 


Sixty years later,

I see that same friend at funerals,

reunions, and campfires.

He always pauses and asks,

“Has it showed up yet?”


And I always answer,


“Yes, in a way.

Just not by mail.”






Greg Clary is a retired college professor who was born and raised in Turkey Creek, West Virginia. He now resides in the northern Appalachia Pennsylvania Wilds.

His photographs have appeared in The Sun Magazine, Looking at Appalachia, Rattle, Hole in the Head Review, Pine Mt Sand & Gravel, Tiny Seed Journal, Watershed Journal, About Place, Change Seven, Appalachian Lit, and many more.

His writing has been published in Rye Whiskey Review, The Bridge Literary Journal, Northern Appalachia Review, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, Waccamaw Journal, Anti-Heroin Chic, Trailer Park Quarterly, Black Shamrock Magazine, Rust Belt Review, and Tobeco.

His new book of photographs and poetry, “The Vandalia in Me”, was published by Meraki Press and is available on-line at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. 




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