Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Thursday - Kim Addonizio

Yes I am stealing from The Writer's Almanac again. This is their poem for today.

Ex Boyfriends

They hang around, hitting on your friends
or else you never hear from them again.
They call when they're drunk, or finally get sober,

they're passing through town and want dinner,
they take your hand across the table, kiss you
when you come back from the bathroom.

They were your loves, your victims,
your good dogs or bad boys, and they're over
you now. one writes a book in which a woman

who sounds suspiciously like you
is the first to be sadistically dismembered
by a serial killer. They're getting married

and want you to be the first to know,
or they've been fired and need a loan,
their new girlfriend hates you,

they say they don't miss you but show up
in your dreams, calling to you from the shoeboxes
where they're buried in rows in your basement.

Some nights you find one floating into bed with you,
propped on an elbow, giving you a look
of fascination, a look that says I can't believe

I've found you. It's the same way
your current boyfriend gazed at you last night,
before he pulled the plug on the tiny white lights

above the bed, and moved against you in the dark
broken occasionally by the faint restless arcs
of headlights from the freeway's passing trucks,

the big rigs that travel and travel,
hauling their loads between cities, warehouses,
following the familiar routes of their loneliness.

from What Is This Thing Called Love. © W.W. Norton, 2004

4 comments:

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

That? Perfectly sums it up.

AnastasiaSpeaks said...

Several parts towards the beginning and middle made me laugh out loud! Thank goodness for the fun memories. :)

Karen said...

Excellent poem! Ah, the memories...

furiousBall said...

as a guy that doesn't read a lot of poetry, i was hoping the big rig would have blown up at the end and it would have been like KAAAAAABLOOOOOOOMMMM Aaaaaaahh (that's the people running from the blast) and then a plane gets a piece of debris that just happened to be flying over head and it's like MeeeOOOOOOWWWWW KAAAADUUUUUUUUUUSH it crashes into the highway and starts sliding down the road.. .SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE

but it's good that way up there too