A fuck is a unit of emotional effort by Josh Romig

Once a fuck is given, one can not get it back.

I heard somewhere recently
that people are the most creative
at the times they think
that they are utterly useless:
like in the morning before getting coffee
or while surrounded by asshole co-workers who won’t shut up about their stupid gun collection
(cause seriously, no one cares about how big your dick isn’t, Phil.)

The amount of fucks anyone can give in a day varies based of many factors – the amount of sleep someone has the night before or if they ate breakfast that morning, for example, can determine how many fucks a person has to spare.

It is in that spirit – despite my better judgement –
I am writing to you at four AM.
Sitting in my underwear,
Forcing my eyes to stay open, licking my dust-dry lips.
and realizing that I forgot to brush my teeth –

If someone deems a person or a situation not worth their emotional effort, they can simply choose to not give a fuck, despite having an abundance of fucks they can spare.

Today at work:
Everyone kept asking me if I was alright
I told them that I think so –
because it’s easier to say than
“I don’t want to be here, and your face annoys me”

A fuck is approximately two damns. A damn is two shits, and a shit is three rat’s asses.

I don’t have much to say in this piece
so I’m hoping that self-deprecation
and artsy-fartsy stream of consciousness
still passes for decent poetry these days.

Taking a fuck is morally objectionable.


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Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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