Chris here- Meg this poem is awesome. All I can do is go down and bold stuff that I didn’t quite get, think can mayb be better, but I think its put together so well.. cant even touch the first page… the haiku/list thing is perfect.
An all hours CVS
Dropped thirty dollars on impulse
Pawned bills for coins in a gas station parking lot
And waved to the cars as they watched us pump air into a blow up kiddie pool
And ran a fifteen foot float across Sunrise Highway
Snuck into a public lake that closes at dusk
Laughed at the “No Swimming Signs.”
Abandoned our sandals
The scent of adventure in the tree branches we claimed as oars
“Be careful.
You might hear this in a poem someday.”
A haiku:
Kleptomaniac.
Sticky finger heart stealer
Could have had it free.
A list:
Inability to tolerate boredom
A FUCK YOU to authority
Superficial charm
Never saying “I’m Sorry”
Extreme spontaneity
Failure to conform to social norms
And promiscuous fuck fest tendencies
A couplet:
That’s not spontaneity.
That’s an anti-social personality
It’s exciting and it’s everything every girl has ever loved about you.
You’re a rhinestone in the rough I don’t think this part is as strong as the rest of it
Beneath belt buckles I unbutton your bluff
You bite my neck with dentures
As I scratch your pleather back
You only counterfeit into me
Your words are all plastic
You are mannequin skin
And in a cubic zirconium moment you whisper
“I am. never. Letting. Go.”
But with my ear pressed
To your silicone chest
I am a stethoscope
And I can only hear echoes maybe keep this, im not even sure
And you’re so vain,
You probably think this slam is about you
Don’t you?
DON’T YOU?
DON’T YOU EVER
With a fistful of her hair
And a mouthful of her scrapbook
You kiss the apocalypse
Leave her with nothing but midnight
Handed out second chances prob. Makes great sense to you not to us though
Beneath doormats and house rocks
Acted surprised when we find you inside us again
Claiming it’s not rape if you’ve thumb wrestled us I guess this one we can kind of figure out ourselves but I also feel it’s a bit of an insider thing?
Restless into handshake,
Fake handhold
Drop cherry bomb its such an amazing poem I don’t want to be lost for even a few lines
Break your rage on something she had the face for
You were never a virgin
Because you’ve fucked girls under
And sideways
And over
And nowadays
You’re the reason we can only trust our daddys
But you were fatherless, featherless, lawless
And flawless why is he flawless
In the eyes of a kaliedescope you blackened her eyes into.
A haiku:
Apologizing
Never sounded genuine
From a liar’s lips
A list:
Nicole, the girl who never gave you what you wanted
Katy, the girl who gave you what you wanted
Aneela, the best friend of the girl who gave you what you wanted.
Megan
Megan
Megan
Me.
You can’t possess the wind and I know that’s always made you doubt yourself.
You imprison butterflies in the cages of your ribs and shift your bones so they can’t slip through the holes. Maybe find a better word for holes
And I wonder how I was beating winged big enough to linger in the hallway of your thorax - isnt a thorax one of the characters from the doctor sues book? Okay its something in your throat but I didn’t get it
And never lose my pigment beneath your forty hands and your virgin nothings.
A couplet:
Virgins are just girls you haven’t taken out for pizza yet
And instead of an epic this poem should have been an epitaph
In the cemetery of my armspan
Where I buried you ghost bones not sure
Because where else does the love go?
When the kisses stop coming
And you’ve been kissing a liar.
Here he lies
We have only pieces of what
To leave on your grave
A coldsore to validate her lips by.
HERE HE LIED.
He faked it.
So good. I could list all the thingsi loved but its just everything that’s not in bold. Some really strong parts in this
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