Thursday, August 13, 2009

Bernadette Mayer

Bernadette Mayer
[Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up

You jerk you didn't call me up
I haven't seen you in so long
You probably have a fucking tan
& besides that instead of making love tonight
You're drinking your parents to the airport
I'm through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but...
For the entire sonnet check out Mayer at the Poetry Foundation website.
Reading at the Ear Inn, 1979

Anne Boyer recommends:
Eruditio Ex Memoria, Lenox, MA: Angel Hair, 1977.

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