joseph goosey : “a hot night”

 

I remember a time last February when I was really doing my very damnedest to cheat on my girlfriend. I mean, really trying. You could say that it mattered to me. But I just couldn't pull it off. Not because of the soul, no Jiminy Cricket business here. The air conditioner was broken and even though it was February I was drunk as a brick in a wood village and after all we were in South Florida. In addition, I had plopped my rag-tag thing called body onto my twin bed wearing a sweater and a knit hat and she chose to wear her leg warmers. We couldn't even gain enough friction to get things going due to all the liquid salt in between us, probably about an inch worth. I don't know about her but I didn't sleep 5 minutes because of the unreasonable amount of Fahrenheit degrees present in the room. When the sun came our way through cheap plastic blinds you can imagine it was all this amplified times two. We got out of the twin sheets and didn't speak of any of the night. It was as if we had slept the past seven and a half hours. Then we went to a garage sale where neither of us bought a damn thing.

 

Joseph Goosey, 21, lacks a Ph.D. in creative writing from Yale University. Some recent poetry can be seen or will be seen in 34th Parallel, Prick Of The Spindle, Neon, Remark, Locust, ESC! & he believes a few others. He lives around Jacksonville, Florida, where he has 2 white cats & loves a red head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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