SORRY, BUT IT GETS THE POINT ACROSS
Mom said she liked my poem
Why’d I have to use that word
How else to describe
the sexually proclivities of rabbits
or the human mimicry
of such acts
Bunnies don’t make love
I could be diplomatic
it feels so good
rolling off the tongue
the forcefulness of the way
my maxillary central incisors
grab my bottom lip
just before letting ‘er go
THINGS I SAY TO MY DOG WHILE SHE'S AT THE WINDOW, BARKING AT EVERYTHING
SHUT the FUCK UP!
It’s a goddamn leaf, it’s not going to acknowledge you.
If you weren’t so cute, I’d snap your neck.
PLEASE! For the love of god. Nobody cares.
Will you SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Six days a week the mailman walks up the sidewalk and every time you go completely apeshit until you can’t breathe and every time, he ignores you and walks away but you just keep doing it. This is called insanity.
Do you really think those rabbits give two fucks about your opinion while they hop through the front yard? They don’t. Keep your opinions to yourself.
Why are you so fucking needy?
(as I rub her belly) (in a soft baby voice) you wanna go the pound? Huh, do ya? Smell that sweet gas smell? It will be the best sleep you’ve ever had.
It’s a car! They’re not coming here! Shut the fuck up!
Jason Melvin received a gimmicky T-shirt from his teenage daughter on Christmas with a picture of one large fist fist-bumping a much smaller fist. The caption read, “Behind every smart-ass daughter is a truly asshole Dad.” It fit. His work has recently appeared in A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Olney, Terror House, Bombfire, Anti-Heroin Chic, Zero Readers, Roi Faineant and Sledgehammer, among others. He was nominated for a Pushcart by Outcast and Bullshit Lit. He was named second-runner-up for the Heartwood Poetry Prize in 2021. He can be found on Twitter @jason5melvin and on his website at jasonmelvinwords.weebly.com.