Handjob Hannah & The Summer of ‘92
by Brian Fugett
Hannah had an orange-belt
in Tae Kwon Do
back when
Ninjas were all the rage
& The Karate Kid
was a sex symbol.
But now that
Ralph Macchio
is passé
& the ninja-nation
has spiraled
into a recession,
she functions
as a disposable girlfriend
in the parking lot
of the Food-&-Fuel truck stop.
“A buck-fifty for a hand job,” she whispers,
demonstrating the strength
of her kung-fu grip
on the necks’
of bleary-eyed truckers
as they climb
out of their rigs
in search of
coffee & cigarettes.