James cool v1

By Brenna Croker


James Cool

drives his blue

Maserati

through the side streets of

East Hampton

Rand and Hemingway

in the backseat,

Cabernet Sauvignon

in the cup holder,

his mouth,

Stretched

around the vowels.

 

Sandra Blue

eats

cardboard scraps

off the bathroom floor

sighs

her troubles

through a cigarette –

nicotine.

diamond

poised on her pretty little hand.

 

She wonders which of his mother’s husbands

he’ll turn out to be.