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I know I have a problem because my Coke doesn't taste like Jack

by Jolie Jordan

He writes me poems on post-its
I write him off like I had planned it.

We're inseparable now
He tries to put rings on my fingers
and sperm in my guts.

I sleep in as late as possible
and wake up to his voices in my ear
and his arms around my waist

He tells me stories about futures and happiness as
I bite into a coral-coloured grapefruit
and I imagine him looking at me just as my face sours up.

01/15/2008

Posted on 01/15/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/15/08 at 02:12 PM

Outstanding!!!

Posted by Laura Doom on 01/17/08 at 12:01 AM

...and wake up to his voices in my ear...
I only read what I want to :)

Posted by Jim Benz on 01/17/08 at 05:08 AM

I took a whole (silent) tour through a bunch of your poetry today. a real revelation. its nice to see someone here who actually has a "voice". not that there aren't others, but I thought this, and a lot of your other poems, were a real breath of fresh air.

Posted by Elle O'Connor on 01/17/08 at 05:46 PM

Yes! yes! I love this. So nice to stumble on something that excites me.

Posted by Lauren Singer on 01/26/08 at 11:07 PM

this is awe-inspiring, a little tragic hero. if this was any longer you'd lose the punch of it, but what a punch indeed. i couldnt pick a favorite couplet.

Posted by Christina Bruno on 02/15/08 at 03:04 AM

this is excellent - like your style a lot

Posted by Ava Blu on 02/19/08 at 09:34 PM

"He tries to put rings on my fingers and sperm in my guts." - why do they always do that?

Posted by Bob Arcania on 03/04/08 at 01:13 AM

That last line is just right. I'm a sucker for good last lines and these sorts of vices.

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