J.J. Campbell

for the next thirty years

sometimes the neon bleeds
through my soul

she’ll never love me
when i’m dead

i’m not so sure about alive
either

punishment is getting close
enough that her perfume
stays on your mind for
the next thirty years

now, i spend most days
wondering if anyone will
show up to my funeral

another bottle for the floor

thankfully, this isn’t
the first rodeo

the first trip down
choppy waters

lightning in the distance
and you can smell smoke

eventually, you learn
how to swim

how to hold your breath

how to tell a lie so good
you can convince yourself
it’s the truth

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