“Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road late at night.” ~ Kim Addonizio
Sit up straight, fasten your seat belts and brace yourselves.
Today’s poem is some kind of wild ride. It may amuse, even shock you. One thing for certain, you won’t be quite the same after reading it.
Kim Addonizio’s poems have a way of doing that to people. Unflinching, street-smart, and gritty, she addresses the reader directly and tells us just what we need to know. In this case, a lesson in manners. How else to navigate your way through a world gone mad?
by Kim Addonizio
Address older people as Sir or Ma’am
unless they drift slowly into your lane
as you aim for the exit ramp.
Don’t call anyone dickhead, fuckface, or ass-hat;
these terms are reserved for ex-boyfriends
or anyone you once let get past second base
and later wished would be sucked into a sinkhole.
Yelling obscenities at the TV is okay,
as long as sports are clearly visible on the screen,
but it’s rude to mutter at the cleaning products in Safeway.
Also rude: mentioning bodily functions.
Therefore, sentiments such as “I went balls to the walls for her”
or “I have to piss like a chick with a pelvic disorder at a kegger contest”
are best left unexpressed.
~ from Vol. 40 No. 5, 2011 September-October Issue of The American Poetry Review
Love her sardonic wit. It feels good to be roused from a pablum-induced coma once in awhile.
♥ The beets-and-popcorn-loving Sara Lewis Holmes at Read*Write*Believe is this week’s Roundup host. Be on your best behavior when you visit her blog, and remember not to interrupt if she is, by chance, eating roast chicken.
♥ Other Kim Addonizio poems featured on this blog:
♥ All 2011 Poetry Friday posts on alphabet soup.
You know what to do.
**photo of Kim by Solnabanya/flickr
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