My nose never itched,1
my right never twitched, 2
and I have collapsed up so many flights of stairs3
physicists documented my existence as the exception to gravity.
Even though the creases of my palms make M&M’s, 4
I have never sneezed on a Saturday. 5
Though these legs are scratching posts6
and every night I dream
of a steaming ocean
with soap sud continents
and kingdoms of rubber duckies, 7
these hands are coated
in the guts of ladybugs and dragonflies8
whenever I grasp for you
whoever you will be.
Every boquette of roses
every box of chocolates
transforms into the snot-soaked handkercheives9 I blew
when I learned, after choking on gallons of ant eggs and honey10,
love sickness is a malignant cancer.
I have plucked whole countries clean of their daisies, 11
commited holocaust one petal after another.
I questioned and bitch-slapped every flower under glaring florescent lights:
Does she love me or does she not?
arranged in a single-file line from Venus
to eat their half of the strawberry; 12
yet under the semen-white moon
they part from the bridge, 13
and in the silence
I hear knocking. 14
1. If your nose itches, an admirer is thinking about you.
2. If your right twitches, you will meet your admirer soon.
3. If you fall up the stairs, you will meet your lover.
4. If a gypsy can trace an “M” in your palm, you will meet your spouse soon.
5. If you sneeze on a Saturday, you will meet your future spouse.
6. If a young maiden’s legs are hairy, she will meet her husband soon.
7. If you dream of taking a bath, you will meet your future lover.
8. If a ladybug lands on you, somone is going to kiss you, and if you catch a dragonfly, you will soon meet your lover.
9. Especially for men, giving your lover a handkerchief is bad luck.
10. Ants eggs and honey is supposedly a remedy for love sickness.
11. Plucking the pedals of a daisy is a way to find out if someone loves you or not.
12. If you share a bit of a strawberry with someone, you are soon going to marry that person.
13. If two lovers part ways on a bridge, their love is going to end soon.
14. The most obscure of all, I presume. If a young maiden went out through the village at night and she heard a cow low, she would soon find her lover; but if she heard knocking from somewhere, she was doomed to never find love. Also a reference to a line from The Last Man on Earth.
Important Note: Because publishers will never accept a poem that has already been posted on the internet, these poems will be taken down if I ever feel the urge submit them to magazines.