October 6, 2019

• H1N1

  

   
  i began this poem determined
  to never mention the word "love" again.
  but who would really go on living
  if they never experienced it?
  i will let it flow right through me.  i had forgotten
  about this growing beast inside me--if i stop fighting,
  i no longer have an enemy.
  this kind of transcendental love
  evokes such criticism, i must be prepared
  to be alone if i would feel
  great love..

  rejection,anger, punishment--these are comfortable
  feelings, the ones we practice every day.
  control has so many faces; and love, likewise.
  inside me there's a mythological beast
  waiting to unfold--and i will be its feast.
  if i tell you that this illustration at the top of the page
  is part bird, part pig, part human, and part microbe,
  would you believe me?   fantasy is stronger
  than reality, i knew that once...
  i sleep sometimes,
  but it is the night that dreams.

  love is so scarce it becomes a miracle,
  so, like a mythological beast, i will love you
  and devour you. it is pain and torment
  that keeps us humane

  and all my mistakes with you
  are mistakes of the heart.

  my heart.  the one that, like a dragon slayer,
  is rich in virtue.

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