In Imitation Of For Love - Poem by Juliana Spahr
If he or she is clumsy in places, those are clumsy places
and when he or she says I have a lover or a husband or a wife, we or I feel sad,
or is it just clumsy?
can't one make it simple, or at least simpler?
or why can't it be that way for just one moment?
I am writing this on a hip pocket pad, a waterproof one
but I am not crying, never crying
and it never rains when or where in some northern or southern or western
or eastern city I am writing
to tell you I've got a crush on you
the waterproof cost me extra
the words are extra; they don't come with the pad
the crush, the love is extra
and you are extra.
oh, wake up.
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