Issue
 #30 

April
2014


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a poem by John Roth

Word Associations

She says the word "head-lice"
and my scalp begins to itch.

I'll comb the eggs from my hair,
drown them in shampoo.

She says the word "waterfall"
and my bladder starts to burn.

I'll rush to the bathroom,
relieve myself of the thought.

She says the word "relationship"
and I'm totally confused.

I'll ask my parents what it was like
before the messy divorce.

She says the word "love"
and something in my chest goes numb

I'll steel myself against her charms
and skip the heartache.

© by John Roth
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #30 ~ April 2014