God I Feel Modern Tonight

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by Catherine Cohen




  THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK

  PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A. KNOPF

  Copyright © 2021 by Catherine Cohen

  All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York, and distributed in Canada by Penguin Random House Canada Limited, Toronto.

  www.aaknopf.com

  “poem I wrote after I asked you if cereal can expire” first appeared in Together in a Sudden Strangeness: America’s Poets Respond to the Pandemic, edited by Alice Quinn (Alfred A. Knopf, 2020).

  Knopf, Borzoi Books, and the colophon are registered trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC.

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Names: Cohen, Catherine, [date] author.

  Title: God I feel modern tonight : poems from a gal about town / Catherine Cohen.

  Description: First edition. | New York : Alfred A. Knopf, 2021. | This is a Borzoi book published by Alfred A. Knopf.

  Identifiers: LCCN 2020020451 (print) | LCCN 2020020452 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593318331 (hardcover) | ISBN 9780593318348 (ebook)

  Subjects: LCGFT: Poetry.

  Classification: LCC PS3603.O3433 G63 2021 (print) | LCC PS3603.O3433 (ebook) | DDC 811/.6—dc23

  LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/​2020020451

  LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/​2020020452

  Ebook ISBN 9780593318348

  Cover illustration and design by Perry De La Vega

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  Contents

  poem I wrote after I found out that alcohol is actually just sugar

  poem I wrote after I woke up at 6 a.m. as a joke

  poem I wrote after I crummed

  poem I wrote after I went to Tuscany to journal about my toxic guitar teacher

  poem I wrote after I told you I was empathetic

  poem I wrote after I decided that all I need to do to be in a good mood is spend six hours alone in my apartment every day

  poem I wrote after I looked at your jawline and it ruined my life

  poem I wrote after I masturbated while wearing airpods

  poem I wrote after I went to the gym with someone I had sex with

  poem I wrote after I sent three guys the same nude

  poem I wrote after I didn’t drink for six days and thought about starting a cult

  poem I wrote after you told me your ex is “actually really cool”

  poem I wrote after you went down on me and then called me “dude”

  poem I wrote after I ruined the bathroom at Au Bon Pain

  poem I wrote after I realized no one talks about that time the lululemon employee murdered her coworker in the store

  poem I wrote after I decided something was going on with the moon

  poem I wrote after you ordered fried shrimp at the diner and I was like “gross” but really I was like “dang that sounds good”

  modern love poem

  poem I wrote last night when I couldn’t go to sleep because there are no sheets on my bed because I perioded on my other sheets and cannot be bothered to put new ones on

  poem I wrote after I did the dishes in my apartment and was like…okay I’m in a play

  poem I wrote after experiencing an amazing hangover

  poem I wrote after I told you about my joie de vivre

  poem I wrote after I got scolded at the whole foods for stealing a meatball from the salad bar

  poem I wrote after we enjoyed crying about how we can’t be together

  poem I wrote after calling someone a “darling of the scene”

  poem I wrote after seeing that guy from project runway at the whole foods AGAIN

  poem I wrote after I read an article on why it is so hard to go up stairs

  poem I wrote after I called myself the taylor swift of comedy

  poem I wrote after a stranger on youtube said he wouldn’t fuck me with someone else’s cock

  poem I wrote after I ordered a waffle as a side dish

  poem I wrote after I asked my personal trainer if he believed in god

  poem I wrote after my therapist told me to have a drink

  poem I wrote after I told you I was free bleeding at the improv show

  poem I wrote after you helped me assemble my new couch and then broke up with me on it

  love poem for my british lover

  every good song is named “dreams”

  poem I wrote after you told me “I don’t think you’re as amazing as you think you are”

  Life is in the spaces between sex with you

  oh god

  it’s worse than I thought

  Italy

  The night we met you kissed me in a closet and I slapped you and told you to ruin my life

  There’s no such thing as overreacting, it’s called reacting, darling!

  the void

  poem I wrote after I downloaded The Sims at age 28 during quarantine

  poem I wrote after I had a dream Jessica Simpson took me “under her wing”

  poem I wrote after I listened to my Spotify top songs of 2019 and it undid all the work I did in therapy last year

  poem I wrote after my lover quoted Zoolander towards me

  poem I wrote after I opened a canned wine upon receiving your email

  poem I wrote after I asked my friend if her new boyfriend cares about me

  poem I wrote after another exquisite morning on my phone

  poem I wrote after I asked you if cereal can expire

  poem I wrote after the new taylor swift album came out thank god

  poem I wrote after I had the strangest urge to confide in dear friends beneath starlight

  poem I wrote after I texted my therapist that I’m not pregnant

  poem I wrote after I tried to write a tweet about sparkling water

  poem I wrote after I took a photo of my tits with a self-timer alone like an adult

  poem I wrote after I made you tell me I was sexy four times today

  road trip poem #3

  road trip poem #9

  road trip poem #12

  road trip poem #17

  road trip poem #20

  poem I wrote after I found out that alcohol is actually just sugar

  I live in America and

  there’s only one good show on TV

  I wake up early to watch the sunrise

  anything can be political if you tweet about it

  I can’t imagine having children

  I haven’t even had sex with a doctor

  sometimes I sigh so loud in public

  that a stranger on the street will ask if I’m okay

  I’m okay my work isn’t good but it’s online

  and that’s what counts

  poem I wrote after I woke up at 6 a.m. as a joke

  my beaded bag & I got stuck on the C train

  & spoke to a guy who said he has the best

  sound system in lower manhattan

  in the future everyone will be 25 minutes late

  to their 45 minute therapy session

  in the future restaurants won’t make you wait

 
for the whole party to arrive before they seat you

  I can’t wait to check my phone

  I can’t wait to hear my daughter’s first podcast

  I ask my therapist why should I want to grow

  she says I will suffer less

  what is she trying to prove?

  an italian waiter once told me the

  only thing that matters is the sound of the rain

  did he even want to fuck me?

  poem I wrote after I crummed

  (crum: to cry and cum at same time)

  my beaded bag & I are going to CityMD

  because I’m convinced I’m dying again

  everyone who works here looks like they run a casino

  but I still believe them

  this morning at 2 p.m. I got a cold brew

  and felt like falling in love

  boys love to run down stairs fast

  men love to date powerful women for 3–8 weeks

  I love when someone is “surprise married”

  that’s when someone tells me they’re married

  and I’m like but you’re my age

  and they’re like yeah

  and I’m like that’s surprising to me…

  poem I wrote after I went to Tuscany to journal about my toxic guitar teacher

  going swimming is an amazing way

  to stop being on your phone

  I woke up early as a cry for help but

  there’s no oranges in this sunrise

  I was promised oranges

  I was promised the upper west side

  I woke up so early

  and the lonely polo horses won’t even come say hi

  I can’t believe I had sex in these woods

  sex! the biggest, baddest thing you can do, baby!

  sex with its slime and guts

  and romance if you’re drunk

  it’s nothing like swimming you know

  when it’s done

  poem I wrote after I told you I was empathetic

  I go to the CVS on 14th & 8th

  and you’ve asked me not to contact you anymore

  one time you were having a smoothie like it was 1998

  and there was nothing I could do about it

  your jawline is so perfect that I cannot stop

  telling you to kill me even though you said please stop

  asking me to kill you

  a leaf just fell outside my window

  remember when I tripped on the dance floor

  and that guy who always talked about Ibiza

  called me a fat whore?

  I should have said I’m a leaf

  I’m a leaf like I was in a play

  like I was in something bigger than my body

  I can’t tell if my therapist is cool or just has short bangs

  poem I wrote after I decided that all I need to do to be in a good mood is spend six hours alone in my apartment every day

  when someone hates me I’m obsessed

  I’m cosplaying as my ex

  by watching a movie

  in the middle of the day

  my career goal is to raise a gorgeous

  brooklyn-based toddler

  whose friend will one day cast them

  in an academy award–winning film as a joke

  I also want to be the first woman

  in ill-fitting pants to be in an episode

  of Succession

  I want to show up with a camel toe

  and have everyone be like

  wait…

  poem I wrote after I looked at your jawline and it ruined my life

  at this point if my pussy doesn’t feel weird

  that’s when I start to worry

  some of my closest friends have

  chosen to go to weddings

  instead of hanging around the city

  listening to me complain about someone

  I kissed in 2012

  when someone is married I do take that personally

  when someone is tall I love that shit

  there’s a german word for wanting

  to burn down everything you own

  but I guess I could just sublet my place

  poem I wrote after I masturbated while wearing airpods

  I just found out dog isn’t short for something

  it’s actually just called a dog, which is fine with me

  I’m in the kitchen alone, which is romantic in a way

  anything can be romantic if you sigh a lot

  one time I told this guy I loved him

  and he said “I don’t know what love is”

  anyway he just got engaged

  poem I wrote after I went to the gym with someone I had sex with

  sometimes being an adult means washing your hair

  sometimes the only way to know

  if someone is definitely straight

  is if they instagram a building

  sometimes I feel like

  if I look at my phone

  I will die

  or even worse, not die

  it’s insane when you ask someone to give you space

  and then they do

  poem I wrote after I sent three guys the same nude

  my dad is jewish & my mom is catholic

  so I was confirmed catholic

  but now the only holy trinity in my life

  is yeast infection, diarrhea, period blood

  do you like this?

  poem I wrote after I didn’t drink for six days and thought about starting a cult

  I have a disease where I never want

  to get out of the uber

  because then it means I have to be somewhere

  for years I’ve been suffering from a serious addiction

  to Adam Driver and Jason Schwartzman even

  I think my crush hasn’t texted me

  because I’m out of town

  but then again I never told him I was going out of town

  what if I used my brain for good

  instead of thinking about boys with swoopy hair all day?

  poem I wrote after you told me your ex is “actually really cool”

  no one talks about this but in 2013

  I inserted a tampon in the back seat of a car

  on my way to a nickelback concert

  I said I’d go to the concert

  because my friend Ted asked me to

  turns out I’m addicted to male attention

  even when it’s platonic

  I don’t like nickelback

  I only like songs that sound like surfing

  but then the lyrics are like “I wanna die”

  I wish I were smart instead of on my phone

  poem I wrote after you went down on me and then called me “dude”

  whenever someone looks at me on the subway

  I’m like okay they want to have raw dog sex with me

  I think me ordering a coffee “to stay” at a café

  could be the entire plot of a romcom

  I’ve been trying

  to come up with ideas for my screenplay

  so I googled “things that happen to people”

  and the first thing that came up

  was a website called “list of bad things”

  and the first thing on the list was

  “your home is broken into and you are raped”

  and I th
ink that is definitely two bad things

  I don’t know I didn’t make the website

  I’m so confident and scared and certain

  that seeing a tree through a window

  is my religion. I hate feeling bad

  I don’t even like walking downhill

  when someone hates me it hurts

  my feelings of course

  poem I wrote after I ruined the bathroom at Au Bon Pain

  I haven’t listened to a new song since college

 

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