American Girlfriend
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afraid to change
I was devastated to hear her say
that
she would be ok without me
…yeah, she would feel bad
for a short while
but then
she would
use our
break-up
to make her
a much better person
…perhaps a perfect person
smarter
stronger
more beautiful
less imperfect in every way
for I am only a vessel for her to pass thru
to learn from, absorb pleasure from
and when that’s done, her books and cards will
propel her into her next, more successful relation
I should leave her, but I’m afraid to change
I should speak up, but I’m afraid to break up
I should leave her, but I’m afraid of being alone.
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About the Book
The poems in American Girlfriend were, for the most part, written in the order that they are published here as a poetic story. Mostly one page, free verse animals they, like me, are expressive and honest...lustful and fun...a bit dark...and certainly anything but politically correct. If you've read me previously then you know my work is gritty and adult. This book follows that path but it is better. I'm better. American Girlfriend tells the tale of some yrs in my life thru poems that chronicle the scenes that filtered thru my end of the telescope. It screams, I'M DOWN HERE...DO NOT SEND HELP! ...know what I mean? ...Probably not... and that's the thing... It's my way. It's my way to ride the waves further from the populated shore. I am of the type who is casual when stranded. I have been breed bitter and passionate. I have grown loyal yet reclusive. I’m good and bad...I am pissed off and beautiful...I'm in love and resentful...I guess I have it all. American Girlfriend has it all too.
About the Author
Being the bearer of bad tidings has never been a fruitful enterprise. In Medieval times, kings would often behead a man who dared trespass in his realm and utter recriminations. Yet Michael Amore has chosen just that…
His upbringing was common if not ordinary for that of a child of the ‘80s. He cut his teeth on the comics sold at the corner grocery, he’d sneak beer from the fridge when the parents weren’t aware and he was a product of divorce. We all were it seemed.
I remember many things about Mike (as I know him). We were boys who spent summers together in
His first two books, like this one, are jammed with a lover’s remorse and boozy-breathed remembrances. His lusty wit smells of an untamed sexual aggression and yet he is artful enough to present a pretty picture on every page.
Scarred yet smarter is the phrase that describes him best. Adult in every way, he smiles like a five year old. He smiles because he understands the intricacies of life like a village elder. The best part? Now he’s willing to share, through his own gruff fiction and lecherous truth, just how it really is… this existence of ours.
~ Stefen K. Anderson