Love Letters Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And I love you;
I and loved you, and Mickey Mouse came up and
Farted in my scarred face
And showed off to his pretty princes and his unicorns;
And to you of course,
While you pretended to demure, while you didn’t want to hurt
Me.
Erin- you pretended you didn’t want to hurt me, but I am
So scarred;
And yet I am a braggart, don’t you think that it is okay
That I can’t even spell:
I still think up these things while the fish tank,
And the housewives glow in their rows of escrow and endives,
Starving like the goldilocks prizes transomed at the fairs;
And the days leap and the days proceed like
Giggling sisters through the surgical procedures of papa bears
And mama bears;
And the pet cemeteries guzzle the stars; and then they lay down at
Large and wait for the tourists to come in their tourists
Barge, to dredge the lake and to figure out who is in charge
Of the Alamo and of all of these things;
And don’t you think, Erin- Erin, that I do not care that I am
Forever scarred and you that you are getting married, married, Erin;
While your lover penetrates you like a song of different lovers:
Don’t you think that I do not care that I can no longer peer
Inside- Inside the folded dreams of your lover’s
Love- Love letters.