Because of you
I want to eat bacon
3 times a day, to sit
with my legs
spread, so that I can smell
my own strong self at breakfast
to have secret affairs behind
the world’s back, or at least
behind the 7-11, offering
to never look again
in a mirror, but to gaze
at my self constantly, that is
to wonder what it’s like
to look through your eyes
Because of you
I want to write good poems
or at least naked ones
big ones that wake me up
in the middle of the night
with a raging hard on
and sour breath that I love
to breathe in so much
and will until you wake up
screaming for air
Or little ones like a probing finger
that, like trust, are too hard to forget
but which can be gently removed
along contours of the spine, fingers
a million blinking eyes rendering infinity
Yes, because of you
I don’t mind, not one bit
being pagan, in fact, nuclear
not clear and clearly devastated
Because of you I will never be
happy, and so will write good happy poems
for the rest of my life. And for that
I may even develop the sense of humor
I’ve always wanted
Because of you I want
to fall down, laughing
get back up, go on
Because of you I will be
relentless, needles of sleep
another soft voice on your answering machine
collection of soft voices, a blue sky forever
sharp as a goodbye, a human interest story
ready many times by an old lady
so that she may be
never alone or lonely. Because of you
I will suffer
a rush of lions, a lunch of habits
that have come to feed me
with predictable horrors
words falling from their toothless rotten mouths
me going so far as to say, “Get off of me
No wait, don’t get off of me, I need
to be weighed down, or else I will just
float away, just another bum.”
Because of you I won’t ask
those stupid morning birds to shut up
instead I’ll just ignore them, or let you
snore even louder in order to drown
them out, and then I’ll pretend
that I will never be robbed
by nazi skinheads ever again
And lastly, because of you
I will never be torn in two, but merely
yeah verily, comfortably, divided
as in half baked, no wait
quiet, raging, quiet, raging, quiet, raging
- Lorri Jackson
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