Across the Street- Georgia Park

Is it my tendrils of smoke, the scent of my shampoo

or my dog’s panting that rises up to the third floor apartment

of the brick building across the street

 

where you poke your head out of that window

to ask me if id like something to eat,

something specific, always;

pizza, a meatball sub,

or something else entirely

as when you inquire if im dirty

and would like the bath with bubbles

you’re already drawing,

would my dog like to come with me?

 

and I know it’s not just me.

that alleyway’s past was marked

by heavy foot traffic

before your inquiries,

and it’s not just women;

a fact that comforts me.

 

You are well taken care of

attired in bright sweaters,

warm and clean.  And gracious

enough to always offer something

i catch you alone sometimes,

bent forward and whispering

 

It’s clear that you come from a family

and that when we engage in conversations

you speak past me and of nothing solid

so i keep walking, until eventually

you counterfeit an anti-greeting

 

You say ok, well, I’ll see you!

desperation ringing out

as if we had agreed.

 


Georgia Park is the creator of Private Bad Thoughts, curator of Whisper and the Roar a feminist literary collective, and a writer for Sudden Denouement. She is a wonderful poet with an enormous heart. We can’t imagine this journey without her. Please check out more of her wonderful work.

 

Sudden Denouement Anthology Interview Jasper Kerkau and Georgia Park (3 Parts)

Georgia’s personal website is privatebadthoughts.com. She is curator of whisperandtheroar.com, as well as being a writer/editor for Sudden Denouement. This is the first of the Sudden Denouement interviews. Our anthology is coming out in very near future. I would suggest everyone to take a minute and explore the amazing writing of Georgia Park.

This is how I Think of you now- Georgia Park

The funeral procession that blocks my line of traffic
on a sunday morning is easy to dismiss
until i start thinking,
maybe it’s you they’re carrying

 
I live right by an Irish funeral home
I see people dressed in black
coming out of it on occasion
and I look to see
if they’re your friends
I look for any spark
of recognition

 
How long has it been
i wonder
since you were dead to me
i do the math
that part is easy

 
but then i get to wondering
how happy or sad
it would make me
and the line of traffic
might as well be on a weekday
for how much it disrupts me


Georgia Park is the creator of Private Bad Thoughts, curator of Whisper and the Roar a feminist literary collective, and a writer for Sudden Denouement. She is a wonderful poet with an enormous heart. We can’t imagine this journey without her. Please check out more of her wonderful work.

 

The Upcoming Reunion- Georgia Park

My father was my date to the abortion clinic

he can be my date again to this family reunion

instead of my cousin and i both bringing our boyfriends

(hers is more impressive and will invite unhealthy comparisons)

and both our puppies

(hers is younger and will attract more attention)

and everyone asking, “Who will be the first to get married?”

 

No, I’ll just go with my father, and drink.

I’ll drink to my beautiful cousin

and all of her accomplishments.

 

And when I say, “Oh, I won’t have a wedding”

what i mean is, neither my cousin

or my aunties will be invited.

 

But I’ll go to hers, and relish it

Hell, if she has a champagne fountain

I’ll even take the initiative

to get everyone skinny dipping in it

 

because when i talk

everybody shuts up and listens

i always get these parties

to the level of police involvement

 

while she sits making facebook posts

hash tagged “blessed”

with her boyfriend, her puppy, and her,

decked out in a halter top dress


Georgia Park is the creator of Private Bad Thoughts, curator of Whisper and the Roar a feminist literary collective, and a writer for Sudden Denouement. She is a wonderful poet with an enormous heart. We can’t imagine this journey without her. Please check out more of her wonderful work.

The Waiting Room- Georgia Park

How awkward is it to wait with my boyfriend

in a doctor’s office when the chances of me being pregnant

are 50/50? Not very. We set a timer that reaches

almost 40 minutes. I sit on his lap and he sings.

I wear a gown that ties in the back

three times over but still shows my ass

and I pose for pictures in it,

I think damn, I don’t look half bad.


Georgia Park is the creator of Private Bad Thoughts, curator of Whisper and the Roar a feminist literary collective, and a writer for Sudden Denouement. She is a wonderful poet with an enormous heart. We can’t imagine this journey without her. Please check out more of her wonderful work.

To-Do – Georgia Park

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To-Do – Georgia Park

Forget your insecurities about those scars, everything looks good in the dark.

Don’t hold your breath until you turn purple. Throwing fits like this can make your boyfriend feel blue. He doesn’t deserve to.

Don’t blush or show a red hot temper with acquaintances. They are probably not bad people and anyways, it’s not like they can eat you.

Eat more fruit! Buy strawberries and oranges. If you’re feeling ambitious, you can find a recipe for some sort of fruit stew. Doesn’t that sound delicious?

If an acquaintance turns out to be evil, it’s ok to be a little yellow bellied. Run for the hills! But before embracing cowardice, let them prove it to you. Forget your preconceptions.

Don’t eat sweets. Freak out and eat too many sweets. Turn green. Feel sick enough that you try to reverse time. Fail miserably.

Eat more veggies! Eggplants are nice and a very pleasant shade of nightblack purple, which is oddly reassuring.

[Georgia Park is the creator of Private Bad Thoughts, curator of Whisper and the Roar a feminist literary collective, and a writer for Sudden Denouement. She is a wonderful poet with an enormous heart. We can’t imagine this journey without her. Please check out more of her wonderful work.]

Faucet Clock – Georgia Park

It’s just easier sometimes
to say no hard feelings
than to point out the
disgusting oozing

To gesture wildly
at all the park benches we sat on,
the jovial conversations
the drunken escapades
(Oh, what was I thinking…)
the time, so hard won
for you to get,
so utterly wasted

The trust I was building
out of soluble materials
thoughts unspoken
feelings misspent
on some scapegoat or another
never the answer
and he never told me anything

In the sink, stupidly,
with thoughts so ridiculous,
so logicless such as
“so as not to make a mess!”
I built it
under a forever leaking faucet
sounding like a clock
tick tock
drip drop

Persistently becoming
the one thing you can rely on
I listen to my faucet clock
drip drop
tick tock
and this is how
I foster trust
I know it will never be fixed
so long as I’m in charge of it

It’s just easier sometimes
to say no hard feelings
than to cry out
“You’re a fraud!”
That way it’s all wrapped up
and I just think, anyways,
well, of course he was.

That was just as inevitable
as the next drip or tock
from my forever leaking
faucet clock

 


 

[Georgia Park is the creator of Private Bad Thoughts, curator of Whisper and the Roar a feminist literary collective, and a writer for Sudden Denouement. She is a wonderful poet with an enormous heart. We can’t imagine this journey without her. Please check out more of her wonderful work.]