My Confidante

falling in love is too easy
he asks me from our hotel room
“Why are you leaving?
I know you’re scared,
but you’re scaring me.
I just want to know
if you’re staying.”

he asks me
so many things
and we drink.

he says,
“youre a petite woman
and the thought of someone
putting their hands on you
disgusts me.”

but mostly
I talk about
the differences
between countries.
surprisingly often,
I’ll tell him
about my mother.
and I ask him
if he still loves me.
that’s the one thing
i ask consistently.

it was a hard homecoming
we are both getting
what we wanted.
he asks me
so many questions
I ask him just one thing
he says yes
and he holds me
time and time again

I saw you get sick

so you don’t want to be my friend
(except when sometimes,
you do again)
and you’re not interested in
seeking counseling
but I saw you get sick

so today, I went to the doctor
and pretended to be suffering
I got you a bunch of medications
because, I think you need them.

I will leave them on your counter
maybe sometime, you will reach for them.
and now, I am leaving.

i’m not interested, either.
but I am your friend
and I want you to do better
than what youre doing-
so, stop it.

Your Friendship

You are the least romantic
person I have ever met.
“Can we be friends?”
I ask, tentatively.
“I thought we were
already friends.”
you answer gruffly,
as you pour me a drink.

Oh, i think.
“Is that what we were doing?
Just having a friendship?”

i don’t even
get along with you well.
sometimes, not at all.
the way you woke me up
last time was unforgiveable,
and in several states,
illegal.

but i am such a sucker
for waking up together
and having breakfast
its a wonder
ive refused to do it
for three years,
running

“Yeah,” you say
“this is what we’re doing.
I don’t know why
you have to fight me
on everything.”

i dont tell you that
I have my reasons.
i dont say much of anything.
i just like kissing
and, of course, rebellion.

can I be
your little hellion?

Under Your Mattress (you sick freak, you)

I’m going to sign my books
with the dirtiest talk
and the filthiest inscriptions:
“Dear reader,
Go get fucked!
Hearts, kisses and bullshit,
Ms. Georgia Park”

You’ll have to hide
your copy under the mattress
for some late night reading-
i dont belong on a bookshelf
i am an outlaw poet
and i belong outcasted
i dont want to be
next to the classics

i want to be
under your mattress
thats where all
the best reading happens.

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Georgia Park is one of my favorite poets and one of my favorite people. She has an incredibly unique voice that cuts to the quick.

Georgia Park is one of my favorite human beings. Ever. She is brave, and funny, and honest. For the price of 2 cups of coffee you can buy her new book, “Quit Your Job And Become A Poet” and I will think very highly of you for being a wise consumer.

My amazing talented love Georgia Park, Just published her latest book of poems! Get yourself a copy!
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