And You're an Asshole Addendum 2: as humano knows I have problems with line breaks. I tend to work on them after the poem's on paper. If I were to edit this, the line breaks would change. I will edit it, just - not here, not now :) A3: This is a companion piece to a poem called "I'm An Idiot."
Addendum: I was thinking about saying writing is something I am streaky at, but I have somewhat more stringent parameters for writing than most. I've worked on/written a poem 7 out of the last 11 days and on days i haven't done that I've worked on prose. (Supposed to put up a new blog post today...it may not be today...But by tomorrow.) How many times can I go "here
we go again," hear me out,
I'm going to be different now:
I'll get in fights with your sisters,
throw green bottles at doors, I'll shout
if I want to, I can climb the ladder of God
to heaven and the moon and no one
will stop me. You, though? You?
Still insisting you make things awkward,
it's fun, still two fingers on a ledge,
the body that hangs below. Caught
in a bear trap with plastic and mortar
teeth. You could hit me all day and I'd keep
with my laugh, bare those reddened
animal teeth at you, come on now,
do it again. Do you think repetition
hurts me? Only so much as do it again.