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.

Kathryn Kulpa is sorry she prank-called you that time and said you won Dunkin’ Donuts. You shouldn’t have believed her. She’s known to tell stories.

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:

    Nasty Girl!

  2. Lucy Goldring says:

    Love this. So funny and rich in imagery.

  3. Mary says:

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

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