Prose & Poetry

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I Can't Be

I Can't Be

I can't be a man. I can't be your man. I want to be your man. I long for that day you would palm my ass and say let's go, baby. That's all I ever wanted. I can't wear this smile cuz its all BHT and polypropylene poison. A fossil fuel footprint. I can't have any of it. It's my own cancer.  Someone once told me I am the problem and you can't always get what you want. It was Jagger. Doesn't he always get what he wants? Just one fag or cigarette. Let's go baby. It's all BHT and polypropylene poison. It's my own cancer. That's all I ever wanted. It was Jagger. I can't have any of it. I am the problem. I long for the day you would palm on my ass and say let's go baby. I want to be your man. I can't be a man. I can't wear this smile. A fossil fuel footprint. Palm my ass.

 

 

Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She hopes the earth can withstand us and that humans may learn to be more kind to each other and to Mother Nature.

She has recently been featured at the Occulum, Quail Bell Magazine, Cauldron Anthology and Dying Dahlia Review. She has work forthcoming at Alexander & Brook, Paragon Journal and Switchgrass Review.

Elisabeth is a 2018 MFA Candidate at Lindenwood University and teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.

Follow her @ehoranpoet.

Wow, What A Country

Wow, What A Country

Leonard Cohen’s ear

Leonard Cohen’s ear