Saturday, September 25, 2010

New World Love Poem

 by Peter Schwartz

i want your super perfect pink cheeks
your daily fruitful
your nightly fruitful
your sweet and undying fruitful 
i want so much of you
that you must grow to give it to me
yellow flowers would be
precious but even more  
i want your germs and bacteria
your sludge and misanthropy
(of which there is perhaps
a single atom)  
i want to feed you an entire
thanksgiving dinner by teaspoon
to pet your rice paper armor
as gently as sleep itself  
i want to give you thousands
and thousands of dollars then turn
and walk away from you only to
show you what i mean  
i want to be your migrant worker
your sweaty lovething, return to your
fruitfuls even after a whole day
in the fields because i want to 
i want to make a peppermint gun
and pull the trigger every ten minutes
till i win your breath, to carry it
in my own lungs too 
i want to scissor with you and
laugh and laugh because that’s
not what men do to women and
then call you the silly goose 
seriously though, there is a part
on my body where my upper thigh
meets my ass that feels so spongy
and loose and dead i despise it 
like a stranger’s, for you, i’d be
just that, nothing else, and fight
my way back to regrow myself
right back into the man i am now 
for you, really.  
Peter Schwartz's poetry has been featured in The Collagist, The Columbia Review, Diagram, and Opium Magazine.  His latest collection Old Men, Girls, and Monsters was released as part of the Achilles Chapbook Series.  He's an interviewer for the PRATE Interview Series, a regular contributor to The Nervous Breakdown, and the art editor for DOGZPLOT.  He'd love to make love to 'Mean Girls Give Pleasure' by Daniel Johnston. 


  1. Wow! That was pretty deep and slightly disturbing at the same time.

    Love it!

  2. "i want to feed you an entire
    thanksgiving dinner by teaspoon" . . savor that brotha