[Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up Poem by Bernadette Mayer

[Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up

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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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bruk Renwick 03 November 2022

I will never understand why some women choose the men that they choose.

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 03 November 2022

love feels suffocation in condition and commanding of life; without mutual understnding love lives very short; nice to read the poem

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Bernadette Mayer

Bernadette Mayer

Brooklyn / New York
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