To a narcissist, all
the world’s a mirror.
The day I misread
the no trespassing sign
in the laundromat window
as no trepanning, I retired
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THE FIRST SALTiST CHURCH OF TARIQ OUR LORD
Whenever my mother mentions
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THE MUMMY
Wrapped in my blue & white striped
100% Egyptian cotton bed sheet
...
You've entered the judgment-free zone.
Speaking of entering (or never entering
anything ever again) , here's a flyer
for Clothing Optional Yoga....
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Jefferson Carter has work in such journals as Carolina Quarterly, Barrow Street, and Rattle. Chax Press (Tucson) published his ninth collection, Get Serious: New and Selected Poems, a Southwest Best Book of 2013. Yesternow (Moonstone Press: Philadelphia)) is now available through his website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Carter lives in Tucson with his wife Connie. He taught composition and poetry for 30 years at Pima Community College.)
Litter Box
My wife asked me this morning
if I’d ever cheated on her.
My ex-wife called this afternoon
& asked me the same thing.
What’s going on?
That new Italian movie
the art film crowd adores,
the characters hysterical, nearly
operatic, their marriages dead
or dying. I imagine all the couples
sipping cappuccino after the movie,
nibbling biscotti, that close
to confessing their own infidelities.
I love my wife. I don’t whine
about my latest chore, cleaning
the litter box four or five times
a day. I can imagine one
of those histrionic Italian husbands
fuming, yearning for his mistress
as he kneels by the reeking box,
scooping cat feces & urinous clots
of litter into a plastic bag.
The second I’m done, our old cat
comes running. Otherwise,
he limps from room to room, moaning
like the ghost of some animal
whose bladder burst.
I love that old cat. Most nights
he snuggles under the comforter,
buzzing between me & my wife like a
space heater I need to repair.
P.S. Don't waste your time reading any of my poetry. You may consider instead immersing yourself in some contemporary poetry by Foo Fighters or Cage the Elephant.
I'm not sure which is more entertaining, your poetry or your criticism. I've noted that critics tend to burn themselves out on this site due to overabundance of target material. I'm visualizing you with a flyswatter next to an overturned hornet's nest, if that makes any sense to you absent the aid of rhyme. I've perused your site and have enjoyed the task. Regards, SOB
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P-hunters, Forgive me if I'm being mercenary /presumptuous/pushy, but would any of you be interested in an autographed copy of my new poetry collection 'Birkenstock Blues' ($ 12, which includes postage?) The pandemic has left me deep in a financial hole since my four scheduled readings in LA and San Diego were canceled. If you don't want a copy, no sweat. You won't hurt my feelings. The book is selling better than expected, given Covid. XXOO JC (P.S. and a BONUS: I just found a carton of unsold copies of my 2016 collection 'Diphtheria Festival'; if you'd like, I'll mail it with the new book for only $ 3 more ($ 15 total) . Contact me at Carter7878@gmail.com or visit my website: jeffersoncarterverse.com
Immena I DON'T consider song writers poets. The tunes allow them to get away with things no self-repecting poet would eve compose.