| Two Poems by Fred Moramarco | ||
In Tennis Love Means Nothing It doesn’t matter how she looks at you from the other side of the net, her lips pouty, her eyes fixed on yours. It doesn’t matter if she is wearing an unusually sexy tennis outfit and you can’t help but be conscious of the perfect delineations of her body beneath the cloth, moving with her every move. It doesn’t matter even if she told you before the game that she’s wanted to play with you for ages and thank God you finally asked. It doesn’t matter because in tennis love means nothing, and you can’t change that. So serve, incurable optimist, serve.
1 cup What is 1 cup Inability to accept what is 3TS Complaints 1ts Light whining ¼ lb Alternate scenario (preferably unobtainable) 1 bunch Actual reality 1 pint Idealized world view 2 ts Perfection 4 sprigs Envy (minced) for garnish In a large bowl whisk together what is with an equal amount of an inability to accept it. Stir in complaints and let sit until brooding and sulking set in. Add a dash of light whining, especially in the company of friends, but be careful not to over season or they won’t hang around. In separate bowl, add alternate scenario to actual reality from your garden and separate the leaves from the stems. Then try to reattach leaves in exact pattern that existed before separation. Pour in idealized world view and process in food processor using on and off turns. When mixture is pureed, add to what is and inability to accept it blend. Add exactly 2 teaspoons of perfection and let stand until tears form. Garnish with minced envy and serve immediately.
Fred Moramarco is editor of Poetry International. His poetry and essays have appeared in American Poetry Review, Poetry East, Literary Review, Onthebus, Hawai'i Review, Connecticut Review, 88: A Journal of Contemporary American Poetry, ForPoetry.com and others. The above above poems are taken from Fred Moramarco's new
chapbook, Laterthanever Press Click here to read more poems by Fred Moramarco in ForPoetry.com
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