Love Poem
       

My dear Nothing,
with love and words
I keep trying
to breathe life into you.
With so much flirting,
I'm becoming a part of you.

My dreamy Nothing,
daughter of human nothingness,
I want you dead and gone,
but you are indestructible,
truly untouchable
like everything imagined.

Will I be free of you,
one day perhaps?
Or will I hide you deep within me
while all around me you give birth
to monsters and specters?

You'll whisper the same stories,
pour over me
the same black ashes
and desert rains
without erasing the bloodstains
of my childhood.

My sweet and formless,
bloodless and colorless,
best-loved Nothing,
with what eyes shall I look at you
to see you truly
and remember your face forever?

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from Space, in Chains
Copper Canyon Press
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