Poetry Jonathan Greene Poetry Jonathan Greene

Unhandy

I can’t put together anything from IKEA
because I don’t have the time to read
pantomiming in print with arrows showing
me how to make go completely insane

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Spilled

and then I look back
at my soul puddle
and realize that
all of my hopes
and dreams might
just be at the bottom
of the Heinz ketchup

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Sandwich

When I hear the word sandwich, sometimes
I think of myself being stuck between two
people on the subway and not knowing
which of them keeps farting because neither
has lifted their leg or made any indication
that they were the flatulent train rider

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Group Text

But distance strings us out on the
end of what used to be a corded
phone line, and we react when pinged
to the evermore of each person’s
discombobulated happenstance

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Nothing

Sometimes you have to
fold in on yourself and
curl into a small ball
in an oversized blanket
and just sleep into it

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Inclination

So, I lay down on a chaise
with a book of fiction
to imbibe someone else’s
life of bold grandeur
inside my inactivity

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Pockets

Sometimes, I like to store
my emotion in a shirt
pocket because then
I can take it out and
look at it before I throw
it into a street gutter

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Tantamount

But my disdain is tantamount
to a horse-drawn carriage
running over your left foot
while you are wearing Crocs
and trying to balance a
cocktail umbrella on the tip
of your broken finger

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Coursework

My coursework is human trudgery
as I push my meat sack through
each day’s personal thermometer

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Languid

Hand splayed over the side of the couch
Lukewarm Earl Grey just out of reach
The book I love has fallen to the ground
and my body caves into the pillows

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Making Copies

Look in the trash can
over at the edge of
the parking lot and you
will find the remnants
of me making copies

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