Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Hunger Games Fan-Po

I wrote this poem to read at last night's Book Report, the monthly reading series I co-host with Sasha Fletcher. Can you guess the evening's theme? Find us on Facebook, and stay tuned for more details about June's stellar lineup!



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. 

3 comments:

sasha fletcher said...

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.

Leigh Stein said...

You can't make Katniss have babies because she is an independent woman.

sasha fletcher said...

THAT IS WHY IT WAS SUCH A BIG THREAT