Smarty you roué by Leslie Lynnton Fuller Smarty Stop telling every woman you know that you love her. It’s like me saying come get the pussy! the ex said it tastes like banana! cupid’s handyman, your week spent on the run you help women with puppies, overheating car, malfunctioning toilet all from the goodness of your heart. my dear at this age plumbing is foreplay. give your ex’s son a tennis lesson, she dreams you’re the new stepdad never mean to hurt anyone. daddy you’re the nightmare on Meridian Street you do have your ways when you kiss me, you massage my Superior Labial Frenulum (under the top lip near the gum, I looked it up) and pretend you’re doing oral please you can’t even kiss without being a tease oh Smarty you roué working that boyish charm into your 90s and in the nursing home staff will search room by room see which bed you’ve landed in. you’ll request a female undertaker one last chance to vamp stone dead with a smile on you...
Flying Island is the Online Literary Journal of the Indiana Writers Center, accepting submissions from Midwest residents and those with significant ties to the Midwest.