diagnosis
all of me loves all of you
most of me loves most of you
some of me loves some of you
perhaps we might invent a
new way
of measuring love. what
scale
would we devise? we could
weigh all the words:
forever,
undying, fealty, mine,
yours.
we could test their health,
poke and prod them until they
cry out,
until they carry their
bruises with pride,
until their repetition
tattoos your skin
with promises. we could
document
the process – the causes and
symptoms –
and track your progress
one word at a time. perhaps
we might find a cure
for all that ails us, for
all that
makes us heartsick
and lovelorn. no more
wandering the empty halls
afraid of infection,
letting the words insert
themselves,
measuring the distance
between
embraces.
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