May 12, 2016

A Love Poem


I want to caress your face with sandpaper
in order for you to understand, once
and for all, that my poems were never
meant to please you, were never meant to
make you blush in the darkness of your
air conditioned room, were never meant
to soothe you, were never meant to confuse
you—because love is not the same thing as
romance and romance is not the same thing
as romanticized love and poetry is not the
same thing as a love story that has been broken
down into lines: it is not about efficiency,
and its effectiveness appears and disappears in
unpredictable intervals—the way lust operates
within the body and between bodies.  

I want to caress your face with a piece of paper
where all the things wrong with the world
are written on it so that you might see how
love is often triggered by the things you hate, that
love is, in many cases, the feeling that compels
you to make changes.

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