1.
Like sociopaths,
Mosquitoes never worry
that they might hurt you.
2.
Even as I watch,
you manage to steal from me.
You are such a dick.
3.
Well-behaved and kind
as I am, I will explode
eventually.
4.
The phone is turned off;
the locks on the door are changed.
Can’t you take a hint?
5.
Email me again,
and I swear, motherfucker,
I’ll burn that laptop.
6.
Seven inches—ha!
I measure it in my hand;
six is generous.
7.
Your “prowess” in bed—
even exaggerated—
must embarrass you.
8.
Your three dogs leave more
of an impression on me
shitting in my yard.
9.
A piece-of-shit car
left behind in the garage
has more use to me.
10.
I dream you are dead
and ground up in a blender.
I wake up smiling.
(Artist by day and poet by night, Christine Larsen is a meanderer by nature. She is prone to overly dramatic pauses in conversations, unpredictable detours in thought and picking up shiny things. Christine is sometimes clever, often sarcastic and always highly susceptible to the temptations of chocolate and tequila. She lives and writes in
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Wish I could cut down to the bone like that.
Plus we like good revenge poetry. Glad you liked it.