You’re absolutely delusional if you think I’m too good for this book.
Who is Megan Fox? The back of the book says it all. She is an actor, writer, and mother.
I grew up with a cohort for whom the name “Megan Fox” was the major cause of blushing and cold sweats. Still is, I will say, but in order for those memories to be stirred up these days, we may need to be walking along before hearing these words:
“Fate has yielded its reward. A new world to call home. We live among its people now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret. Waiting. Protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for courage. And though we are worlds apart, like us, there is more to them than meets the eye. I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We are waiting.” cue the song
Anyway.
Fox starts the book by addressing the reader directly. Perhaps a moment to cool down. We are in for it. She starts with emotion. “Dear reader,” she says, “All of my healers tell me that my throat chakra is blocked.” With that, we are off to the races. We go.
She says a bit more.
“My problem is that I deeply identify my feelings and have multitudinous ways of articulating them, but I am not able to express them because when I do it has made the men who have loved me feel intimidated, inadequate, and insecure.”
She goes on to mention that she has a “savior/martyr complex”, always having believed that she is “meant to be a sacrificial lamb” who is now jaded.
A short portion of the title poem, pretty boys are poisonous:
there he stands
tall, thin, twisted
like a tree you’d find in sleepy hollow
refusing to grow toward the light
instead he bends to the shadows
Here is another poem, i would die for y– oh, j/k lol:
if romeo and juliet had lived long enough maybe they too
would have gotten to the point where romeo was so num to
her that he would rather read twitter in bed than fuck…
because there’s always tomorrow for that
or maybe the next day… or the next…
i dunno he’s just so busy now
i still imagine she kills herself in the end though
only he doesn’t follow
he just signs up for raya instead
And another one, titled it’s giving patrick bateman:
your love leaves
bloodstains
on my bedsheets
There are many other poems in this collection.
One such poem is fatality:
you’ve been fighting me for three hours
like we're in a game of mortal kombat
i start daydreaming
of the look on your face
when i tell you
his dick was so much bigger than yours
Well, that would certainly hurt.
One more.
This one is called 7, the number of completion:
i hate men
i hate men
i hate men
i hate men
i hate men
i hate men
i hate men
This book was certainly one of the reading experiences of the year. Thank you Megan Fox.
Next up? I am diving deep into the mind of our poet-supreme, Aubrey Graham. If anyone knows a good place to buy a copy of that collection for a cheaper price, let me know. I have spent enough money on my dude as is, and I am far too old to continue doing so.