Success Story

I’m telling you: that girl Bob dunked her head into a tub of granny smiths & ice water, then came back out with a .38 special. When she dunked her head in again, pretty soon, she returned like a slick grizzly, her maw wrapped around an entire thrashing sockeye. I’m telling you. After that, she nabbed the pink slip to the town fire truck. After that, a skeleton key. After that, a chicken bone from the Talpiot Tomb. I’m telling you. Soon enough, folks were calling her occult & burnable. Only I dunno. Nobody ever checked the tub. Bob just sirened away.

 
Evan Nicholls

Evan Nicholls is a poet from the peach and wine country of Virginia. His chapbook of poems and collages, Holy Smokes, is available from Ghost City Press. Find more of his work at enicholls.com.

http://enicholls.com
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