Four Poems
by David Bottoms
Love at the Sunshine Club
Macon, Georgia, 1970
Bloody smear across the moon
and I’m thinking again of the sucker punch that decked
me at the Shine—
Forsyth Street, forty years ago.
Two bikers, the bartender, me, and to light the fuse
a skinny girl in skintight blue jeans
casually humping the jukebox.



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