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Jacob Rakovan

Jacob Rakovan

Jacob Rakovan is a sociapathic show pony. He has been writing since the age of nine, winning his first writing award in sixth grade for an essay on patriotism. He served as editor to the arts magazine Bacchus and the Portsmouth Free Press and was a founding member of the now defunct Southern Ohio Underground Poetry and Spoken Word Collective. He has been published in many print and web journals including My Favorite Bullet, Samsara, Urban Spaghetti, the Deep Cleveland Junkmail Oracle and San Francisco's Other Magazine.  Rakovan has had two of his poems adapted into screenplays. His first, "My Electric Bill" won Outstanding Screenplay in Texas' 2006 24PS film festivalHe currently resides in Brooklyn with his three kids and brilliant babymama.

 

sorrow scratches at the door to be let in, a cast off skin, familiar 
as a suit of second hand clothes your tongue 
rolls round the words it says like something eaten  
in the dark. A three piece suit sits up,  
walks over, sits down in your chair 
it looks like it still fits 
you think. 
But you are fading already, another bad idea 
the new shape stands up 
walks across the house 
washes a face in a bathroom sink 
stares back as you shave  
 
cold water and greasy soap 
filming over, never quite rinsing clean, a wet skin 
closing over eyes and mouth 
it is fine without you, knows the tricks you taught it 
how to slow your breath and fall into sleep  
how to chew and swallow  
smile and speak 
 
you might as well curl up inside it 
lean your head against your belly's skin 
like a cold car window. Let it drive 
 
the moon will hold even with you,  
the stars unchanging 
the miles will pass unseen, unmissed 



© Jacob Rakovan



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