Does Ms. Jordan Know Love
by KJ Champion
How many loves have I met
Gentle loves, frenzied loves, fling loves, puppy loves, whirlwind loves
And those were
Living loves
But I’ve met dying loves that decay quick
Refrigerate after opening quick
And I’ve known slow, sickly loves
Not losing faith loves
Hanging on for dear life loves
Narrow my eyes when you breathe wrong loves
Or better
Familiar loves
Like familia love
like
“It’ll never happen again” love
like
One month shy of a seventh anniversary love
like
High school sweetheart love
and
These were all the same love
And maybe I never wrote a poem for that love
But my my my
there are “stars that guide your love”?
….Well Ms. June, you’ve got me beat
I don’t think I’ve met that love
Cake Almost Wrote This Song About Me
She is a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket
She is tall and lean and sharp as a tack
She is learning calligraphy and she only types
She is riding into battle and she hates war
She is top of her league and down to earth
She is the main character and the villain
She is the last one standing and the first to surrender
She is singing her praises and watching her mouth
She is right on time and fashionably late
She is no make up and false lashes
She is a tall glass of gatorade
She is previously #TeamEdward, born again #TeamJacob
She is a middle name over a first
She is a bouquet of Venus fly traps
She is a packed suitcase
She is a sonnet
She is sounding the alarm and clear as a bell
She is heeding the warnings and making an entrance
She is head over heels, over the moon and out of this world
She keeps her friends close and her enemies away
She says “surprise me” and means “surprise me”
She parties like there is very much a tomorrow
She wears a short skirt and a long jacket
every day of my life is monumental
Monuments tall and proud
They have this resilience
And grow erect with every rising sun
And somehow I never fall in the shadow of my last monument
I’ve danced to the next sacred ground
To celebrate my arms that cradle me
My hands that palm together
and the shard of crystal pressed in their hollows
My little witness
My little party guest
Always there to celebrate my victories
Even when they look like a bucket of tears
