Lucas Jorgensen

CONFRONTATION

I have to wake up with a cockroach in my nose, 

you slob, you goblin. I pull the hair out of my nostril 

again, & I’m awake, & I can’t sleep because the pain 

in my nose. Just once you should try to live 

like me—not the whole box of chocolate, the fast 

fueled by nicotine. You are a stoplight stuck 

on yellow. A king of ice. A small glass of water. 

You are far too hot to drink. You think you can 

just write your poems & the praise will placate me. 

One summer, you strolled down a bike path 

& whistled. A sparrow followed you & hopped

between the twigs. I haven’t seen you beautiful 

since. I haven’t seen someone loathe the way 

you loathe yourself. You make me sick. We have 

but one solitary sardine can to brine away our lives in. 

What I’m saying is, I need you. I need you, please, to swim.

Lucas Jorgensen is a poet and educator from Cleveland, Ohio. He holds a BS from Florida State University, and an MFA from New York University where he was a Goldwater Fellow. Currently, he is working on his PhD at the University of North Texas as a Voertman-Ardoine fellow where he teaches and reads for American Literary Review. Previously, he has served as the Assistant Poetry Editor for Washington Square Review, and as a reader for the Iowa Review. His work has appeared in or is forthcoming from Poetry, Pleaides, Fugue, the Massachusetts Review, and others.

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