Cars and Love Don’t Mix

by Kathryn Jacobs

Tie down your feelings first; it’s anal, but
we all know life gets sloppy. Thermoses
are good investments: why? The lids stay on.

Whereas at Stop-n-Go – folks, life’s abrupt,
and plastic tops go flying. Romance is
for parking lots or boat docks – engine on,

prepare for getaway. And as for what
you do behind the wheel: no phalluses
until the car’s in park.
                                        Don’t get me wrong;

the problem’s not consumption – it’s the nut
you bite down hard on; it’s the calluses
you don’t want on your privates; it’s what’s gone

before the trip’s half over; it’s your cum,
but bud: don’t count on equilibrium.


Kathryn Jacobs is a medievalist-turned-poet with a chapbook called Advice Column out at Finishing Line Press (2008), and a doctorate from Harvard. A professor at Texas A & M – C, she has published over a hundred poems in the last three years, at journals like The New Formalist, Measure, Acumen, Decanto, Mezzo Cammin, Washington Literary Journal, 14 by 14, Barefoot Muse, Slant, Poetry Midwest, Poetry Midwest, Wordgathering, etc. Until 2005 she focused primarily on scholarship, producing a book on medieval marriage contracts, sixteen articles, and a scattering of poetry. In that year, however, she lost her son Raymond at eighteen. Since then, poetry has had more meaning.

Cars and Love Don’t Mix © 2009 by Kathryn Jacobs






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