By Saturday, January 22, 2005 0 Permalink 0


love is

do not forget to laugh!

smiles stack like road miles past,

pastels and paintbrushes and love rushes,

scars, are better than men’s photographs

ten times ten their in degrees and screens.


‘slur, are you In love?’ they would ask

amiInlove. plotting points wherethere is nogrid. she is.

she is no coordinates of parabola.

dinner burnt: shirts unmending: overspending:

smiles am i In love!

listen to her:

her body (already) bears the marks of time, stars, ,


throw yr five pedal flowers to the air

and punch the man who stares :

she is no picture;

she is no metered sonnet;

she is;

Hillsale, 2005. Self-published in Clay Eyes.

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