TWO POEMS by JASON MELVIN

SORRY, BUT IT GETS THE POINT ACROSS


Mom said she liked my poem

but

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

but

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.


SERIOUSLY! Why?


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.