Oh darling, I’m a romantic.
I love you
like the constitution loves its criminals,
like pesticides love writhing worms.
I love you
like a butcher’s knife loves flesh.
Press against me hard enough
and I’ll watch you drain out of yourself.
Oh darling, I’m a romantic.
Stain me
and I’ll dry-clean you
on a rope strung oblique.
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