Spring 2010 • Vol. XXXII No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 2010 |

Love Poem

After Laura Jensen I'll make you a bomb. First the booster gas canister, then the heat shield, then the radium case which, yes, is shaped like a peanut. I'll make you a bomb, first the heat field, then the lenses that drive the implosion, and last the radiation space, which, yes, is shaped like a peanut. I'll make you a bomb, first the space filler, then the glass lenses, which, careful, may implode. I'll make you a swan, first a crease here, then a crease there, a quick tuck for the wings, an explosion of flight. I'll make you a swan, one-two-three folds and now it's done, but it will not fly, its wing tips burning like fuses. I'll make you a dress, don't you love me? a nip and a tuck and three pins to hold it tight. I'll make you a little white dress, inside it your heart says bang, bang, bang, your mind like a swan's. Careful, it's shaped like a peanut, careful of when it decays, careful, it may implode. Don't you love me? Look what I've made you.

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