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.