Max Reif

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Strange Positionings - Poem by Max Reif

Years ago she broke up with me.
I wanted to be a hero and get her back,
even though she was hot
for our bearded, beatnik best friend
and I cruised by her place one night
to find the two of them getting out of her car,
and knew they were going upstairs to bed.

That was like a cup of acid on my heart.
A day or so later, I refused
to leave after a party a friend of hers had,
so that he'd call the cops
and they'd put me in jail.

The plain-clothesman who came told me,
'Look, we need to use our time
to find real criminals. You need to stop this
or I'll plant drugs on you
and send you up for 25 years! '

I stopped. Went to the country
to ease the pressure,
kept drifting West,
wound up living on the Coast.

I saw her a few times on visits back.
After a year or two, our bearded friend beat her up.
Since then she'd been mostly alone.
She kept putting on weight,
her thoughts were getting stranger
and stranger, remnants of '60s anger.
You could tell she didn't bathe much.
She lived in books, almost never went out.

Today I feel ashamed to call or be seen with her,
this person I once was willing to go to jail for.
The thought of her brings out some filth in me,
and I'd better start cleaning it,
or I may see scales tilting yet again!

I


Comments about Strange Positionings by Max Reif

  • (10/4/2005 5:09:00 PM)


    I love the simultaneous honesty and oddness in this poem, Max. My only minor quibble is with how literal it is. I think you could have gotten the mood across in about half the space and let us readers fill in the blanks. Otherwise, very well done. I wonder if there was a dark part of you that was glad he beat her up so that maybe she'd come running back to you. (Report) Reply

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  • (10/4/2005 12:44:00 PM)


    Very interesting how we change and the people around us or in our past change. (Report) Reply

  • (10/4/2005 10:44:00 AM)


    Love puts strange moves on a person, Max...keep sorting it out. The past is past.

    Raynette
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 4, 2005



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