Lovers Disappear Inside Devil’s Backbone
Love, let’s go ahead and take time out of the equation.
It’s just a featureless t anyway—little more than x
and even more self-conscious.
Let’s put you and me together in a room—
in a black room, and we’ll be brown and areolaed
and landscapey and long and sinewy and humped.
Let’s go ahead and take the world out of the equation.
It’s just a small w on the cosmos line of infinity anyway.
— Dave Malone, author of O: Love Poems from the Ozarks
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