Jennifer Strubel Poems
|1.||For The Country I Love||8/2/2005|
|2.||Forget Me Not||11/28/2005|
|4.||I Hate Good-Byes||8/1/2005|
|6.||I´ve Never Tried Yoga||1/29/2006|
|7.||Water In Your Hands||5/25/2006|
|9.||One Bothered Night||9/23/2006|
|10.||A Heart Falls Lonely||1/24/2008|
|12.||In An Instant Of Time||12/11/2005|
|14.||Big Girl Pants||12/17/2005|
|15.||Blame It On The Mattress||8/1/2005|
Comments about Jennifer Strubel
Blame It On The Mattress
I don’t like to go to bed, even though sleeping is my favorite pass time.
My partner feels like a corpse, lying next to me,
Cold and unwanted.
It smells bad too, this bed.
The mattress is like a urine soaked sponge, countless bodies have soiled it with semen, maybe period stains.
Children too, little devils with adult size bladders.
And here we lay, like I really love you or something.
I would like to take a kitchen knife and chop you while you sleep –
and slice into the mattress; gash up the remnants of forgotten pleasure.
I want to make a bloody mess of your ...