poetry slam practice

The man at the microphone is telling us about his mystery girl, he calls it a love poem but it reads like a grocery list,

-long legs

-nice tits

-if they don't have a brunette at the store a blonde will do,

he knows she's not his forever, but at least she still fucks all the broken pieces of him back together,

and he thinks that's good enough,

and I think that's the saddest thing I've ever heard,

second, maybe,

to the time when nick from elementary school told me love was just one of those made-up things,

like Santa.

or giraffes.

But I've seen a giraffe so maybe he just meant it's hard to find,

maybe he meant it doesn't live here, in a place like this.

Maybe he meant that when you are so focused on finding something perfect you forget to find something real, and you can't fuck away your fucked-up feelings, and a girl is not a sex toy,

but one time nick from elementary school lit a cookie on fire in the school microwave, so maybe he didn't mean that at all,

maybe I am putting words in his mouth,

the way the man at the microphone is speaking for his girl,

telling us the noise she makes when he touches her,

and I think he means it to feel vulnerable,

and it's working,

because I have never felt so alone,

but I hope his girl knows that she does have long legs. And nice tits.

And deserves someone who can write a halfway-decent love poem.