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| ***BIO*** Craig Kirchner: I live and work as a consultant on the east coast but consider myself a hobo of the universe. Poetry in all forms is essential to me as the only inspiring literature I seem to have time to read. I write about what I know best and yet least - myself - in an effort to remove those labels. Recent works have appeared or will soon appear in journals on and offline including Subterranean Quarterly, Voices, SNReview, Lily, Erosha, Divine Animal, The Blotter, Thunder Sandwich, 3 AM MAGAZINE, Poetry Sz, Dreamvirus, The Moonwort Review, Adagio, Reading Divas, Ink Magazine, Poetry Repair Shop, Triplopia, Wicked Alice, Clean Sheets, WriteThis, West of Athens, Megaera, The Sidewalks End, Astropoetica, Ducts.org and Coffee House Poetry. |
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| Fun Legs |
| by Craig Kirchner |
| Vaguely, like in somebody else’s dream, one of those strange cell-phone settings ringing. No it’s the doorbell. Forgot we had one. I slip on my Hyatt Regency robe. It’s almost happy hour luv and you’re still in the sack, you are so decadent. Molly was a cuddler, Winona Ryder eyes, always with cashmere soft knit tops that smelled like clean bed sheets and fun legs in short skirts. Fun legs was not mine, my roommate Bernie coined it, but it was perfect. She was hot, squirming on my lap, telling me about her new guy He doesn’t smoke or drink and said he wouldn’t know how to lie to me. Something, huh? She moved that twenty-something ass just enough to add a whole new freedom to the afternoon. It’s like he can read my mind. He’s deep and a little aloof, not like you at all Moving just often enough, fun legs keep coming to mind. I ask her if he has pointy ears and says goodnight with a split finger raised palm, thinking for sure there must be a Vulcan in the hen house and knowing that an alien-like perversion was quickly growing here at home. |