In Charlotte we wanted to fuck Carrie
John would be on Facebook or something
and I’d say, I don’t know why
but for some reason
I really wanna fuck Carrie
and John would say,
yeah me too
neither one of us got to fuck her though
but we sure wanted to
as we shat away the hours
in our shitty apartment
I’m glad we both discussed fucking her though
it was a good topic of conversation
almost like really fucking Carrie

Image Credit:Dainis Graveris

Daniel J. Flore III’s poems have appeared in many publications.  His fifth poetry book, WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN, can be found here.