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.]

The Bastardization of Valkyries

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

According to the author,
Valkyries became more appealing characters
when their true natures
were bastardized with the times
they went from warrior demons
to sultry, yet virginal servants
of endless meat and mead
their snowy skin, blonde hair flowing
constantly, helplessly
falling in love with the men
they were serving
instead of fiercely killing them.

According to the author,
this vulnerability
is certainly more appealing.
But the new Valkyrie
(according to the obvious, the poet, the feminist)
is a travesty that sends me reeling

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Going Under the Bell Jar in Thailand-Georgia Park/Secret Bad Thoughts

“I have to tell you something….I’m up for a promotion!”

“Oh my god, congratulations. You deserve it!”

Was a much easier conversation than,

“I’m trying again to make it to France.”

“What? You’re leaving?”

“You just told me you were going to Thailand.”

“Yeah, but…I wasn’t serious…”

I have to wonder

as I lay in her bed

holding her hand

if i meant it

if they invited me back

into a violent protest

to cover it

would the opportunity

make up for the lack of men

should i go into

an ivory tower again?

 

Being in the wrong country

feels like a rose wilting

under a bell jar

 

but here, too,

there’s nothing

 

I couldn’t trust him

I couldn’t get that job

I don’t like school

 

i liked her, alot

and here,

she’s leaving too


[Georgia Park is 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.]

Hypodermic Needle-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

There’s a hypodermic needle
in the bathroom flat on the tile
where Robby was laid out, stiffening
like Jonny, falling backwards again
or Willem spinning into the frozen
snowed over ground of our grandparents’ farm
with me, laughing hysterically
and Tiffany having still, tiny, opiate addicted
infant after infant…

There’s a hypodermic needle
in the bathroom flat on the tile
Nobody touch it!
I put up a sign and call
the police to remove it
something I never would’ve done
in a previous life, and should’ve.

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Intervention-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

“Georgia, you are a wonderful person
and a loyal, supportive friend
but you have the worst taste in men.
Honestly, i think you should just
stop dating.”

“But my new year’s resolution-”

“Yeah, you need a new one. Here’s
an example of an acceptable goal:
To become a poet.
and unacceptable:
To fall in love again.
do you see the difference?
This is 3 months now,
you’ve been suffering
and I honestly think it’s just
because you’re goal oriented
but you can’t control
his douche-bagginess
and we don’t want you
to see him again.
Here, read us
some of the drunk texts
you’ve sent.”

“‘…wherez ur feeeelings1…’
‘…god will smite uou!1…’
‘…i am a HUMA PERSONNN…’
Ahem. Yeah, ok. i can see
what you’re saying.
But I still don’t think-”


[Georgia Park is 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.]

My Most Prized Possession-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

(“You know, he didn’t just take my money when he mugged me. He took my security, my sense of justice and well being…” “Yeah, you really shouldn’t leave those things lying around.” -Dr Katz)

I gave him my most prized possession.
and he noticed. I didnt think he would,
I just wanted him to have it.

He said, “Isn’t this your favorite book,
ever? I remember you raving about it.”

“What? Did I say that?”

“You said it’s like a security blanket
you said you never stopped reading.
You said you slept with it underneath
your pillow. I remember, don’t you?”

Telling him all that? I didn’t.

I blushed and he looked flabbergasted.
I looked away but he pulled me in
to kiss me on the head. I’ll never see it again.

thats ok. i dont feel like reading it anymore, anyway.

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Thank you.-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

Thank you for propositioning
my best friend for sex
behind my back
after you said
you wanted to be
exclusive.

and thank you (to her)
for calling me up
immediately
to tell me about it
and for wanting
to kill him
then meeting me
for drinks

and thank you
to my professor
for giving me yet
another extension
because i need it

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