The Topic of You

I wonder if i consider the time I spent on you wasted

my new therapist said you don’t sound like a good person

i promised myself I wouldnt let the topic

snake it’s way into our first session


but it did.

She said the rent in my head

should be more expensive

and that you were never worth

such a spacious apartment


I said the laws of my mind

favor the tenants

I mandated the eviction

but only after he broke the central air conditioning

for the entire building

then stole the fridge

furniture, and microwave from his unit


When i got to replacement shopping

i found i couldnt remember

the original placement of things,

wasn’t there a table? a rack?

What was the position of the bed?


afterwards, it never looked right to me

so I never rented it again

I said doctor, it’s just

this emptiness he left.

I know too much about some of you, and it makes me uncomfortable.

As I get older,

I still get hit on

but it’s mostly by men

who are in relationships

which I find disgusting


and I still have slutty friends

but alot of them have just settled down

with one man who has a wife or girlfriend


so there’s like 4 or 5 guys on facebook

every time they update their statuses

i want to comment

does your wife know you’re cheating?

but I don’t. Ultimately,

I have to unfriend them



There you are

i remember wanting a boyfriend so badly

that i made a list and cast a spell

i wished that he would never, ever raise his voice at me,

and mostly, you don’t.


it’s only when you imitate Hitler

to make fun of my controlling nature

that you raise it at all

an thank god, because

i forgot to ask for humor

but here you are.


You want to be a director

and yet the videos you take of me

to prove that I should stop drinking

always make you look like the jerk


and even i can admit Ive been the villain

in these exact situations before

but from the moment of “Action!”


I’m either, “Please leave me alone,

honey, im sleeping.” Or “Everybody

look at me!” “Why?” “Cause…

I’m gonna be naked!”

“Come here…i want to show you something”


it makes you look

like a statutory rapist.


This latest one,

I’m showing to my therapist

you are teasing me and laughing

and I am getting visibly upset

I take your keys and lock you out

for ten whole minutes

but I never raised my voice or anything.

in fact, it looks like you were egging me on.


I love you very much.

That’s why, if you get arrested

i will always remind you of the right to stay silent

before you do something incriminating.

The Waiting Room- Georgia Park

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

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.

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