October 2016

I Was Going to Masturbate

 

Jennifer MacBain-Stephens

Instead I thought of how when Donald Trump’s lips
purse together, he looks like an angry baby

and I thought “angry baby” sounds funny aloud,
like anger is only for adults.

Iwgtm and I thought of that one friend
who doesn’t like my Facebook posts anymore.

Iwgtm and I remembered we are splitting up.

Iwgtm and I remembered the look on the piano
teacher’s face when she found out I was Jewish.

Iwgtm and I thought of all the people who
don’t like my Facebook posts anymore.

Iwgtm and I wanted to be loud.
Iwgtm and I didn’t want the kids to hear.

Iwgtm and I remembered that my mother-in-law
wanted to chat about the fact that we are splitting up.

Iwgtm and I flashed back to the Discovery Network’s
photo of a spider who seemed to grow tiny hands.

Iwgtm and then I remembered that I am not a confessional poet.

Iwgtm and I remembered that my father reads every poem
I mention because he wants to be “supportive.”

Iwgtm and I remembered that I have a lot of packing to do.

Iwgtm and it’s an hour later than when I first woke up.

Iwgtm and I thought the cat is really, really old now.

Iwgtm and I thought we never masturbated together
and I thought it would have been fun.

Iwgtm and I thought we never did so many
things that I wanted to do.