Summer 2014 • Vol. XXXVI No. 3 Poetry |

A Fourteen-line Poem on Love

1. I have nothing to sell 2. I am the sign master 3. It inflates or fucks or loves 4. A spray of blood a luminous branch 5. The beginning is the negation 6. of the beginning 7. Can you help me make my lunch 8. And now the phone is silent in my hand 9. The exaggerated beauty of the cello bow 10. It rattles it sinks it fingers 11. I was a child reading law 12. I wanted everyone to know I'd given my food away 13. Some mothers leave their families 14. Red chair White chair Rug

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