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[Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up by Bernadette Mayer [Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up You jerk you didn’t call me up I haven’t seen you in so long You probably have a fucking tan & besides that instead of making love tonight You’re drinking your parents to the airport I’m through with you bourgeois boys All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but Nowadays you guys settle for a couch By a soporific color cable t.v. set Instead of any arc of love, no wonder The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time Wake up! It’s the middle of the night You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander To make love, turn to page 121. To die, turn to page 172. Poet: @BernadetteMayer Source: @Substack Books: @AbeBooks ...

Recreation by Audre Lorde Recreation Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meet paper and pen neither care nor profit whether we write or not but as your body moves under my hands charged and waiting we cut the leash you create me against your thighs hilly with images moving through our word countries my body writes into your flesh the poem you make of me. Touching you I catch midnight as moon fires set in my throat I love you flesh into blossom I made you and take you made into me. Poet: @AudreLorde Source: @PoetryFoundation Books: @AbeBooks

Sonnet by Alice Dunbar Nelson Sonnet I had no thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet In wistful April days, when lovers mate And wander through the fields in raptures sweet. The thought of violets meant florists’ shops, And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine; And garish lights, and mincing little fops And cabarets and songs, and deadening wine. So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed, I had forgot wide fields, and clear brown streams The perfect loveliness that God has made;— Wild violets shy and Heaven–mounting dreams. And now;—unwittingly, you’ve made me dream Of violets, and my soul’s forgotten gleam. Poet: @AliceDunbarNelson Source: @PoetsDotOrg Books: @AbeBooks