The Orange Room Review

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Breaking Up with Marc Summers

by Meg Johnson


Marc Summers' skin is raw
from his fourth shower today.
Marc Summers wants to talk
about our relationship.
About how he feels like he
is dying inside when I eat
cookies in bed or have streaks
of lotion on my legs
I've forgotten to rub in.
That's what he thinks.
That I've forgotten to rub
the lotion in. I pretend
to be drunk when I want
to eat cookies in bed.
He won't fight with me
when he thinks I'm drunk.
If he would look in the recycling
bin he would know I've only
had orange juice. But he insists
he be ten feet away
from the recycling bin
at all times. It can be sticky.
Like me. Or a human sized
syrup drenched waffle.



MEG JOHNSON'S first full length poetry collection is forthcoming from The National Poetry Review Press. Her poems have appeared in Slipstream Magazine, Word Riot, Stone Highway Review, Midwestern Gothic, SOFTBLOW, and others. Meg started dancing at a young age and worked professionally in the performing arts for many years. She currently lives in Akron, Ohio and is the editor of Dressing Room Poetry Journal. www.megjohnson.org.