Monday, May 31, 2021

New Poetry by Donna Dallas

Marlboro Man

Give me that Brut 33
red-tanned skin
from ‘real’ physical labor
rough hands
nicked and scarred
twist a wrench
fill gas
in the blistering sun
five o’clock shadow
crow’s feet
thick blonde
one tooth a shade darker
a cleft that melts panties
faded jeans
white T
scar on left cheek
cigarette hangs from sun-cracked lips
drinks a Jack & Coke
solid body
enlisted at 18
because what else was there
but to serve our country
he holds the door
for me
while Jesus hangs from his neck

- © Donna Dallas 2021

Donna studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York Quarterly.  Recently her work has appeared in Horror Sleaze Trash, Beatnik Cowboy and Zombie Logic among many other publications. Donna also recently published her first novel, Death Sisters, with Alien Buddha Press. Donna currently serves on the editorial team for Red Fez and New York Quarterly.

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