I am IN PAIN, PEOPLE

[melcreada]

Ah, the kind of memes I looove (thanks, wordsthatfail !)

When you see this meme, post a poem on your LJ


The Benjamin Franklin of Monogamy
by Jeffrey McDaniel

Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice the ring
that’s landed on your finger, a massive insect

of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end of a long tunnel.
Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt under the blanket

of your voice, said I guess there's two kinds of women.
Those you write poems about, and those you don’t.

It’s true. I never slid sonnets under the door, or served you
haiku in bed. My idea of courtship was tapping

Jane's Addiction lyrics in Morse code on your window
at three hundred a.m., whiskey doing push-ups

on my breath. I worked within the confines of my character,
cast as the bad boy in your life, the Magellan

of your dark side. We don't have a past so much as a bunch
of electricity, power never put to good use. What

we had together makes it sound like a virus, as if
we caught one another like a flu, and desire was merely

a symptom that could be treated with soup and lots of sex.
Gliding beside you now, I feel like the Ben Franklin

of monogamy, as if I invented it, but I'm still not immune
to your waterfall scent, haven't developed antibodies

for your smile. I don't know long regret existed
before humans hammered a word on it, or how many

paper towels it would take to wipe up the Pacific Ocean,
or why the light of a candle being blown out

travels faster than the luminescence of one that's freshly lit,
but I do know all our huffing and puffing

into the other's throat--as if the heart was a birthday cake
covered with trick candles--didn't make the silence

any easier to navigate. I'm sorry all the kisses I scribbled
on your neck were written in disappearing ink, sorry

this poem took thirteen years to reach you. Sometimes
I thought of you so hard one of your legs would pop out

of my ear, and when I slept, you'd press your face
against the porthole of my submarine. I wish that just once,

instead of joyriding over flesh, we'd put our hands away
like chocolate to be saved for later, and deciphered

the calligraphy of each other's eyelashes, translated
a paragraph from the volumes of what couldn’t be said.

Comments

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

My favorite sort of meme!! Wooo! \o/ And nice one, I like.

[joseishijin.livejournal.com]

Yes, I love any excuse to post poetry. ^___^

I like but don't love Jeffrey McDaniel, but this poem gets me every time. It's just sad and hits so close to home. *sniffle*

[sardonicynic]

Oh, wow.

I -- yeah.

Talk about incoherent with ow and love and -- GAH. I'd quote some of my favorite lines, but I'd end up copying and pasting the whole damn thing.

But this -- oh man, this:

We don't have a past so much as a bunch
of electricity, power never put to good use.

Stunning, is what that is. And I love how this entire poem is bittersweet without being maudlin, sad without being overwrought.

♥

[joseishijin.livejournal.com]

Thank you for putting it more coherently than I could. This poem just hits me on so many levels.

I'm sorry all the kisses I scribbled
on your neck were written in disappearing ink

Damn, I wish I could write like that!