Love in the time of cholera

 

You are my favorite ghost

With knees and trees

And marks and vines

Ghost town of the worst

You push your welcome

when you thrust

It’s almost indecent

How your gaze

Across thirty five scripts

stays the same

cautious and obnoxious

pretending

excruciating

spreading a life’s righteous morals

After rough intercourse in a fitting

Room.

[poems in progress, 2010-11]

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