It was off-round. An off-rounded round like the mouth of a yet-used blow-up doll when compared to Trump’s mouth when he’s enunciating wrong, wrong, into a “faulty” debate mic, but probably not in the same fashion he’d say it when hot mic’d. Yes. I reckon that’s the best way I can describe the sinkhole that belched from the ground and swallowed half our mobile home on Devils Nightlast year, and I’m not prone to hyperbole hardly. On top of that, the widescreen TV we’d been planning on watching the next week’s election results on had been on that side of the house, so that’s why me and Sheila we were shopping at Jimmy’s Pawn that afternoon, if you just have to know and all. Nosey fucker, ain’t cha?
Larry D. Thacker’s poetry can be found in over fifty journals and magazines including The Still Journal, The Southern Poetry Anthology: Tennessee, Mojave River Review, Broad River Review, Harpoon Review, Rappahannock Review, Silver Birch Press, Delaware Poetry Review, AvantAppal(Achia), Sick Lit Magazine, Black Napkin Press, and Appalachian Heritage.His stories can be found in past issues of The Still Journal,Fried Chicken and Coffee, Dime Show Review and The Emancipator.