Sudbury

by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

In room 202

of the Travelway Inn

on Paris Street

I woke up and knew

I had to eat something

or be sick.

I threw on some clothes

from the floor

and grabbed some change

off the side table.

Staggered two blocks West

to the nearest convenience store

and as I passed through the parking lot

I noticed a parked red Sonata

with half a face blown off

in the driver's seat.

The morning frost ensured that bits of cranium

caked frozen to part

of the driver side window

after having slid down halfway.

I went into the convenience store

and bought a bag of pork rinds

and a Hustler.

I opened the bag

and ate one

as a crowd gathered around the car.

When I got back to my room

I pulled down the shades

folded my half eaten bag of pork rinds

to seal in freshness

and jerked off to the schoolgirl

and the charge nurse

doubled up

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