Love Me / Love Me Not
The impact of earth—grass growing where it shouldn’t,
people talking about us as if they know,—it
wouldn’t flood into my opened heart. Infected
by elements of dark humor, sleet, and age—no matter
how temporary, I wouldn’t inflict this madness
on the devil herself.
To want to be
something special in your memory,
—Recognition—to be there when your mask sheds,
the crown slips, to hear the way you talk about me.… Read the rest