POEM FROM KATNISS
TO PEETA, USING JOSH BELL’S RECIPE FOR A LOVE POEM
Simile. Fill in the
blank. I love you like I love
burn cream when I’m
the girl on fire.
Clarissa explained
it all to me when she said
that if Suzanne
Collins knew then how much money
she would have now,
she would do it
all over again, which
sounds a lot
like love. Love is
as love does, is something
I wrote on a
Wyndham Hotel notepad for no reason.
Love is an extremely
creative abusive mother,
who beats you with
loaves of bread
until you forget
your own name.
Sound familiar? Here
I am now, in this
death arena,
missing your touch.
Even your name
makes me think
of bread. Your eyes
are like the hungriest
marbles; your hands
the hungriest
stars. Stop looking
at me like
we’ll never get out
of here
alive. I’m not
afraid of death.
I’m afraid of
losing everyone
I love and being
the only one left
to sing to the
mockingjays. Peeta,
your eyes are like
a huge diaspora.
I’m so good at
archery because
fuck you.
Werewolves
in London sounds
too much
like, Where was
your thunder?
I harnessed my
thunder and took it
to the cornucopia.
My mother once told me
to stop being such
a badass.
As if I could ever
stop.
Peeta Mellark, you
are my beloved, the
arrow
that flies from my
bow.
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POEM FROM PEETA TO KATNISS, USING JOSH BELL’S RECIPE FOR A LOVE POEM
Katniss, I love you like I love you because I love you.
A famous baker named Thomas Edison, President of Spain,
once said that love is throwing bread you burnt intentionally
to a pretty girl who is starving and who you are in love with
even though your mom will hit you really hard. I agree with that
because I did it. Katniss, here, in these hunger games, what I am hungry for
is your love. Katniss, you should have been called Katniss,
because it is a fucking perfect name. Katniss,
your body is like a hot piece of bread fresh from the oven
because you are hard on the outside and on the inside
you are pretty painful and demanding and tonight the sky
is a TV show and everyone is weeping. Katniss,
remember how I bared my soul to you and you were a total dick? That sucked,
but I still love you. Remember how we huddled for warmth in the cave
and how it was cold and awful and you almost didn’t see me
because I am aces at camouflage? Me neither. Hey guess what I am not scared of?
The answer is the President. But oh man am I terrified
of not having any face paint. Your body is like a layer cake
because man I just want to eat it. I have been thinking about my barbells
and when you will lift them. Katniss, when will you lift them?
My dad told me that loving people who are not into you is a good idea
for your emotional well being and I said that sounds great. Katniss,
I am going to get you pregnant, if it is the last thing I do.
You can't make Katniss have babies because she is an independent woman.
THAT IS WHY IT WAS SUCH A BIG THREAT
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