this is not a love poem

April 9, 2009 § 4 Comments

this is not a love poem

me stooped in prison for three days

my daughter bouncing off the gated windows

i pray for bodies

i have not known

because they fight for what i fight

this is why

we plant gardens

in imploding anorexic cities

where the black clouds cut the lungs

in quarters

cancerous cells flitter between the roots of trees

and we refuse to give up

an imaginary skyline of leaves

the scent of basil

and chamomile drift over the walls

a freedom we can taste in the wind

for which we have died

and are resurrected

i cannot live for you

if i cannot die for you

it is not my blood you need

but i need

impossible you

like a prisoner needs a cigarette

even though this is not a love poem

my life is a gift wrapped in newspaper

and twine

to you

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