“upon running into my ex on a summer afternoon” by Alexis Rhone Fancher

we up broke.
got back ack ack.
broke down, betty.
broke open like eggs,
crack crack.
we had a rhythm,
a mad love,
mad, I tell you!

how long’s it been, baby?
you up still to
no good?

oh, that hot
tequila night
I dressed in
still gets
your skin, huh?

I know.
I know.
everybody lies.
everybody up fucks.

who still loves you, baby?
That’s right.
That’s right.
You got that right.
Nobody but me.
© 2011


  1. lkthayer · April 6, 2011

    Love, ove, ove it Alexis!! 🙂

  2. Roz Levine · April 6, 2011

    I love the idiosynchrasy of this poem. Really different with a great, bouncy beat.

  3. Marghi · April 6, 2011

    Think I’ll read this each am for a year.

  4. Sue Clark · April 6, 2011

    Wow! This is right on target for a lot of us gals who love the ones who make us mad as in crazy and mad as in miss you but you almost killed me. At least that’s how I read it. It spoke to that part of my life. Well done.

  5. Ken Levine · April 6, 2011

    Never having been a “bad boy” I missed out. 🙂

  6. Constance (Constancia) Leshin · April 6, 2011

    I think I’ll dress in moonbeams one hot night this summer! What a wonderful expression! Thank you!

  7. Adesh Kaur · April 9, 2011

    of course this brilliance is an alexis poem. hehe and yay.

  8. Matthew Hetznecker · April 12, 2011

    Fun I love this one.

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