Not a Love Poem 
(in response to Depravity)

 

Are we normal? – she said

drug lords, socially inept, depraved

Patrick, babe, are we normal?

Crave me for breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper

 

babe, crave me all the time.

 

Are we capable of anything?

Attacking The Trailer of Life

at midnight – kicked out of college

our love turns into a mute swan,

 

cycling, biting your lips,

in the opposite direction

of the wind – Am I a part of your

weekly converting quota – he said

 

did you bang

did you bang

did you bang

did you bang

(_{the best gossip}

 

_{you can’t tell anyone)}

 

You’re just trying to convert me

away from God

are you gonna ask me

how my night was? – he said

 

sexuality keeps spreading like gossip

 

from Midsummer Common until the end

of the road – dividing shadows

of two bicycle tyres don’t know

if they belong to the sun or the earth.

 

I’m sorry I’m late – she said

 

What an obsolete phrase, babe,

as if my love lives were separate

Our Little Secret 
(in response to Closer)

 

My cat is also a psychopath

it throws itself straight into the mirror – Noti

 

This goes way back –

playing with Lego in the living room

you would pat my skull

as if it’s something sacred – your body

would watch itself disappear in the window

each tainted look finds its way

by way of a liquid night

blinding days, psychotherapy

bring it back to me –

how many other boys

did you babysit together

before he died, Miss?

Is this why you gave me a C in history?

It’s a good grade – you said.

I don’t think you remember me.

 

_{Text Message}

_{Monday 16:41}

_{Did you think I will forget you}

_{I want to touch you.}

 

Stay after class to collect your phone –

you look like you’re sad, Miss

who do you live with

no boyfriend, no parents

I think you’re alone, Miss.

 

I think L is a crooked gun

O is a ticking bomb

V is a pointed tooth

E is an impossible fork

 

you are no fool, I never lie

I just stand halfway through

in shadows so you don’t see me

a text message is close

to a full disclosure, others say

– it’s just kids playing around

you play along, Miss, follow me

in dark alleys, in the public eye

it’s like smokes and mirrors –

come closer I’m coming closer

Afrodita Nikolova