Valentine to Myself, 2011 (March 20, 2011. Issue 26. The SLAM & FLASH Issue!)
Oh my god I am so fucking hot!
Will I be mine?
I should think that this is the appropriate answer to give:
YEEEEESSSSSS.
Let’s face it, I must be the one for me
Because I’ve been loving me in some way or other
For 29 years going strong,
And that’s longer than some folks stay married.
You know what else I love?
That 29 is the new 22, baby.
I might quit my fancy-pantsy office job
In favor of a single digit rate of pay per hour and the chance
To actually learn something new.
And I love it.
I would love to have a new job even though
It may only be an internship because let’s face it…
It’s all about the love
And I want to love
A job
The same way that I love me.
OH! Me.
I’m the one that I want.
When I think about ME I touch myself.
Because this is a valentine
To me.
But I also love this city, Philadelphia,
This city of brotherly love,
And people just don’t get it.
Sure, we’re not New York or Chicago or Austin or San Fran,
But we have poets and cupcakes and baristas
And college students and cheesesteaks
And vegan pizza shops and craft beer
And hipsters who are way too into growing out their facial hair
And we have suburban girls who wear Ugg boots and miniskirts in July
And the Liberty Bell
And an entire gay neighborhood called
THE GAYBORHOOD.
And it is always a beautiful day in the Gayborhood.
I fucking love this town.
But this isn’t a valentine for Philadelphia!
This is a valentine to ME!
I love a lot of things
And a lot of people
And I love until it threatens to split my chest wide open,
Until you can see to the bottom
And I don’t need some stinking card holiday
To say that I love YOU
And I love ME
And I love more than I can say in any ridiculous poem. |