On the 3rd meeting I asked
‘How’d you lose your
ring- finger?’
‘It was winter, icy, I was on
my way home from work
and I slipped and grabbed
hold of an iron railing to
save myself, the spike of
the fence slipped in between
my wedding ring and finger
and I hit the deck hard
and my finger was literally
ripped off, there was a
lot of blood and the pain
excruciating; I looked
and saw my finger and
the gold band on the ground;
a passerby telephoned an
ambulance; I picked up the
ring and finger; but it couldn’t
be saved and 3 weeks
later my bitch wife left me
for some asshole mechanic at Kwikfit’
John D Robinson is a published poet; ‘When You Hear The Bell, There’s Nowhere To Hide’ (Holy&intoxicated Publications 2016) Cowboy Hats & Railways’ (Scars Publications 2016); a contributor to the 2016 48th Street Press Broadside Series; his work appears widely in the small press and online literary online journals including Rusty Truck; Red Fez; Outlaw Poetry; Degenerate Literature; Haggard & Halloo; Beatnik Cowboy; Boyslut; Anti Heroin Chic; In Between Hangovers; Your One Phone Call; he is married and lives in the UK with his wife a dog 3 cats and copious amounts of wine.
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