Megan Backer, 2012 Writers Retreat Fellow in Poetry

Megan Backer, 2012 Writers Retreat Fellow in Poetry



Megan baccarat 2012 fellow in poachers [Applause] this is called fatigue new Christian Slater a lot of dates swallow me with your big mouth read the incisions on my skin with your Tony taste the wreckage of home in purgatory now I'm trying to stay out of trouble but verily trouble I mean you belong in trouble I mean you that Christian Slater looking kind of trouble I'm talking Christian Slater from leading the cute kind of trouble 7 1989 the kind of the laws of Raptors that be trouble I haven't had in years but winding yarns felt like holding on to something now I know it was kind of a dick in the drunk but we brushed our teeth on the 4 feet that says something about how I left you memory of cats alongside a mustache the smell of your hair wax I walk around with my pants off but something feels so sad I feel sentimental like I'm holding onto your wristband on out a fifth date youth that mouth bite my face show me your mistakes put them in my hands the bass line of that song makes me feel like I'm 15 miles away from you psycho each other it's summer raining and you're sleeping in like a bear cub I just had my own American Beauty moment complete with that plastic bag I write so much better and I don't take my pills I read somewhat better when I whisky on the breath I write someone's bedroom he's scary you scare me delicious bear lie to me you would've swallowed my gorges I was the king of kings were in my hand the first one that quake you underneath spilling onto my sheets [Applause] [Applause] the whole proper square well we had no way to defenseless my god he had no chain-link fence either but the neighbors all did it to the south to the east to the west we had gaps we had holes so we couldn't even let the dog out of here unfreeze Schipperke legs holding beneath them my legs were aching Pistons chasing behind him I mean how many times we asked which is simply 20 feet of chain link fence to surround our family keep us in a safe a hug away our magic proper square we my brothers and steam would they run free I mean how much would it cost for a very long slice I've finished a client been our neighbors they hated us we twisted their metal chastened fall walls our toes snug in the diamond or someone else's fence a push a pivot our genitals gently up in the pole we were not always careful you were filthy filthy boys fences do not contain us but we long the reason why [Applause] and my last one is called it over to mustaches my job but I wouldn't do for my very own mustache my brother have inherited brittle just grew one for the hell of it she did off like an afterthought I wish we could have peeled it off his face taking his eyes for the irony I've been counting around the city for years by far my favorite ain't Patrick stainless – dyed green or wax he's soaked it and spoon – dipped in frog the ill the owners remnants romantically for a day my father had what is called a classic Chevron most notably found on athletes in the 80s and 90s always trusty on my dad but once he shaved it off an entrusted many more no mom said don't ever trust a man with a thin upper lip I still pull on it as a kid trying to find his man who will follow the source the dark tubes coming through like my plate of spaghetti factory places I learned they named the entire month of November November for 30 days men don't shave their lawn and all the flakes in singular hands I wonder wouldn't go for breast cancer never how do I hear my own testicles so amending their one thing but not the other but between a mustache would be your chest hair I think staff because the herrings man I've ever seen naked Burt Reynolds made me feel a little less gay not think about it I personally awareness of males funk like having my pubic hair and my nose at all times to remind electronic fox or at eight a scent trail when I thought my day that last comment three-year-old piece of me and looking minty with her chapstick I can just squish my lips up there she's there all over and you know nothing about it the mustaches in history do we remember Hitler the manner who we were among that swastika under his lip the same toothbrush wore my Chaplin I was laughing not and didn t she talked to Goddard that Bush you all the talking and with Dahle painted to utilize those vertical tips subpoenaed droopy clocks in the elephants let them miss there's wax poetic in the tea boys for a few best because no matter what age they are it's never too late to cultivate avoid another inheritance you please we're to the ten thousand on your average gentlemen hey I'll take them you not eventually paid seven black wax mustache smothered on my face never ripped off fifteen bucks a pop mine that's when you pull from I'm going to told if you see when Braun is a sideshow over there means up on the marquee but what I broke when I get old I might throw it out with my hair and India that will have nothing on me I mean in freedo will be just a couple old minute in rocking chairs put it in our handlebars and we're sitting there blue because the only thing in the whole deck without a mustache is it [Applause] [Applause]

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