poetry, Uncategorized


I’d like to go back

to scream it

shout it

curse it and abuse it

and say the words over and again.

In other arms, in the backs of strangers’ cars

in the apparition of a lifetime

against the measure and decay of time-

I will love you.

In his room and his bed

in clichéd affectations of affection

in half-assed talk

made in the name of stillborn sentimentality.

In other words,

and in spite of it all-

I love you.

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