The Ramingo’s Porch – “Bluffs Run” A Poem By J. Archer Avary


her old man was scary
he looked like a tough guy
a possible mafioso
he wore a ring on his pinky
and went to the dog track
every Wednesday
to bet on the greyhounds
he left her home alone
and she invited me over to
listen to music and
for unprotected sex
such a teenage delight
Wednesdays became my
favourite day of the week
I remember her bedroom
walls festooned with
Absolut adverts
ripped from the pages
of fashion magazines
she was younger than me
but also much faster
sadly these Wednesdays
couldn’t last forever
her family moved to Florida
but the dogs kept chasing
the mechanical rabbit
around the track
and in many ways, so did I

J. Archer Avary (he/him) is a former TV journalist. His writing has appeared in Riot Act Mag, Burnt Breakfast Mag, Under the Bleachers, Horse Egg Literary, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, The Beatnik Cowboy, Green Ink Poetry, and Potato Soup Journal. He lives on a tiny island in the English Channel. Twitter: @j_archer_avary

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