T. S. Kerrigan

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Elvis Kissed Me

“Elvis kissed me once,” she swears,
sitting in a neon dive
ordering her drinks in pairs.

Two stools down you nurse a beer,
sensing easy pickings here.

“Back in sixty-eight,” she sighs,
smoothing back her yellow hair.
Teared mascara smears her eyes.

Drawing near, you claim you’ve met,
offer her a cigarette.

“Call me cheap,” she sobs, “or bad,
say that decent men dismissed me,
say I’ve lost my looks, but add,
Elvis kissed me.”

— T.S. Kerrigan

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