jimmi campkin


You’ve got a big mouth and a red heart, and that’s why we are running away.  Just a few minutes earlier we walked, arms interlocked, and now we throw them back and forth, urging our legs to go faster.  The day had seemed so calm, and even when The Men approached us, I saw no reason for danger.  But no.  You couldn’t let it go.  You had to say something.  You needed that last word.

Now, they’re giving us many unpleasant ones.  Across the car park, I vault over a shopping cart and watch a runt of the litter crash into it, his legs hailing up to the sun.  But for every dead sperm there’s three more who can swim hard.  We funnel into the narrow alleyway like ejaculate and now we are running towards a pin prick of light.

One follows, but the rest of the shirtless men flank…

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