February 27, 2003

  • an untitled love poem, dedicated to no one, to be read aloud, slam-style

    i need someone
    to make love to me
    when i say need, i mean “want”.
    i don’t need
    it
    like food or air or fire.
    but like…
    long long hair
    stuck on the walls of my shower.
    when i say love, i mean LOVE.
    all capitals,
    because it all means so much
    and it should
    (to the both of us).

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