Why I Got Written Up by the Manager at Uncle Earl’s World-Famous Bar-B-Q

Smother me in redneck kisses. Pour that smoky Bar-B-Q down my neck and lick it off, no rush. Time disappears, I’m boneless, honey-glazed, on fire in the walk-in freezer. We breathe in the popsicle air, so attuned, knocking over packages of hand-cut fries, nobody’s hand cut those fries, they’re damned crinkle cuts, people can be so stupid, like we’re stupid now. I let him walk out before me. Brandon’s bitching about the line, no such thing as a smoke break, and did I bring the key lime pie?

I tug my bra straps back up, say: We’re out of pie.

Photo Credit: Greg Williams

4 Responses to “Why I Got Written Up by the Manager at Uncle Earl’s World-Famous Bar-B-Q”

1. David Berger says:

   October 6, 2019 at 6:31 pm

   Nasty Girl!

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2. Lucy Goldring says:

   July 7, 2019 at 10:29 am

   Love this. So funny and rich in imagery.

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3. Mary says:

   June 28, 2019 at 4:44 pm

   Wow. This is amazing. I wish I could come up with a more detailed compliment, but just wow. Great work!

   Reply
   • J. Talbot says:

     July 3, 2019 at 6:32 am

     So existentially, dead-faced funny. Prank me anytime.

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