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Teaching poetry, and being able to really get into discussions about the poems is reminding me just why I was convinced into liking it after all.
This poem is one I found when I was creating that anthology back at UofT. I thought it was awesome then, I think it's awesome now. And so, I force it upon you, my flist.
I may have posted it before. It seems, in my head, to be something I always planned to post, but never did. I eventually bought the book it's published in for $5 my first week in Vancouver. I could not have been more excited to find it, and to be re-acquainted with the poem.
Wanted: Sonja Mills
There are several openings in my life. Applications are now being accepted for the following positions:
A fuck-buddy is required to replace my current fuck-buddy who keeps leaving bite marks on my bum. You must be available on short notice and be willing to scram upon completion of each project. Experience, strong forearms, an aloof demeanour and no particular fondness for any form of foreplay are necessary requirements for this freelance position. Although a friendly social rapport will be maintained for appearances, telephone contact will be limited to arranging sex. Applications for this position are accepted every day of the year except New Year's Eve and the 20th February and are kept on file indefinitely.
The position of fuck-friend, an entirely different job than fuck-buddy, is always available. The job description is long, complex, and not entirely stress-free. However, both the pay and the benefits package are substantial. I'll like you, need you, possibly love you, but you'll still have to scram after sex. Unfortunately - among you, my friends, my fuck-buddies and my lovers - you will be the one most likely to be expected to deal with my pre-, peri- and post-menstrual mood swings and occasional suicidal tendencies. Unlimited long and short-term contracts are available.
Oh, and... (God, someone stop me)... I'm looking, also, for someone to fall in love with. This miserable, mutually masochistic and hellish position is available sporadically. The pay is lousy. Applicants are strongly urged to possess one or more qualities which are likely to drive me completely insane. For example, applicants who are involved in an exclusive relationship with someone else and/or sexually confused and/or uncommunicative and/or have no intention of working a day in their lives are most likely to be considered for this position. Pathetic, egomaniacal, self-absorbed losers are especially encouraged to apply. This is a three to four month contract position. Upon termination, your severance package will include grief, guilt, several weeks of desperate middle-of-the-night phone calls and a VCR.
To be considered for any or all of these positions, apply within.
Thank you.
Oh, and also... The kid in my year 8 class who told me she hated poetry and wouldn't be doing anything this half-term? Has been one of my most insightful students so far. I plan to ask her right before I leave if she still hates poetry as much as she did before.
I hope she says no.
This poem is one I found when I was creating that anthology back at UofT. I thought it was awesome then, I think it's awesome now. And so, I force it upon you, my flist.
I may have posted it before. It seems, in my head, to be something I always planned to post, but never did. I eventually bought the book it's published in for $5 my first week in Vancouver. I could not have been more excited to find it, and to be re-acquainted with the poem.
Wanted: Sonja Mills
There are several openings in my life. Applications are now being accepted for the following positions:
A fuck-buddy is required to replace my current fuck-buddy who keeps leaving bite marks on my bum. You must be available on short notice and be willing to scram upon completion of each project. Experience, strong forearms, an aloof demeanour and no particular fondness for any form of foreplay are necessary requirements for this freelance position. Although a friendly social rapport will be maintained for appearances, telephone contact will be limited to arranging sex. Applications for this position are accepted every day of the year except New Year's Eve and the 20th February and are kept on file indefinitely.
The position of fuck-friend, an entirely different job than fuck-buddy, is always available. The job description is long, complex, and not entirely stress-free. However, both the pay and the benefits package are substantial. I'll like you, need you, possibly love you, but you'll still have to scram after sex. Unfortunately - among you, my friends, my fuck-buddies and my lovers - you will be the one most likely to be expected to deal with my pre-, peri- and post-menstrual mood swings and occasional suicidal tendencies. Unlimited long and short-term contracts are available.
Oh, and... (God, someone stop me)... I'm looking, also, for someone to fall in love with. This miserable, mutually masochistic and hellish position is available sporadically. The pay is lousy. Applicants are strongly urged to possess one or more qualities which are likely to drive me completely insane. For example, applicants who are involved in an exclusive relationship with someone else and/or sexually confused and/or uncommunicative and/or have no intention of working a day in their lives are most likely to be considered for this position. Pathetic, egomaniacal, self-absorbed losers are especially encouraged to apply. This is a three to four month contract position. Upon termination, your severance package will include grief, guilt, several weeks of desperate middle-of-the-night phone calls and a VCR.
To be considered for any or all of these positions, apply within.
Thank you.
Oh, and also... The kid in my year 8 class who told me she hated poetry and wouldn't be doing anything this half-term? Has been one of my most insightful students so far. I plan to ask her right before I leave if she still hates poetry as much as she did before.
I hope she says no.