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Cars
and Love Don’t Mix
by
Kathryn Jacobs
Tie down your feelings first; it’s anal, but
we all know life gets sloppy. Thermoses
are good investments: why? The lids stay on.
Whereas at Stop-n-Go – folks, life’s abrupt,
and plastic tops go flying. Romance is
for parking lots or boat docks – engine on,
prepare for getaway. And as for what
you do behind the wheel: no phalluses
until the car’s in park.
Don’t
get me wrong;
the problem’s not consumption – it’s the nut
you bite down hard on; it’s the calluses
you don’t want on your privates; it’s what’s
gone
before the trip’s half over; it’s your cum,
but bud: don’t count on equilibrium.
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Kathryn
Jacobs
is a medievalist-turned-poet with a chapbook called Advice
Column out at Finishing Line Press (2008), and a doctorate
from Harvard. A professor at Texas A & M – C, she has
published over a hundred poems in the last three years, at journals
like The New Formalist, Measure, Acumen, Decanto, Mezzo Cammin,
Washington Literary Journal, 14 by 14, Barefoot Muse, Slant, Poetry
Midwest, Poetry Midwest, Wordgathering, etc. Until 2005 she focused
primarily on scholarship, producing a book on medieval marriage
contracts, sixteen articles, and a scattering of poetry. In that
year, however, she lost her son Raymond at eighteen. Since then,
poetry has had more meaning.
Cars
and Love Don’t Mix ©
2009 by Kathryn Jacobs
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