Want

Whenever I want to
write about
love
I step in
dog shit.
Whenever I
want to strip
down
to the last
naked
syllable
I swallow a solitary
vowel like
thunder on
the roof. Still,
I want to
write about
love, but
instead
think of
Frank O'Hara
and get
hungry only
for
lunch
poems.


By Jayne Lyn Stahl

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