1st Cycle + A J Urquidi +
2nd Cycle + Sarah Baker +
3rd Cycle + Nikia Chaney +
Never believe a poem titled love poem,
it won’t be about love.
Or beauty, or hope.
Or the fulfillment of perseverance,
or how elegant certain violences can be.
Or when a comfort becomes a cruelty,
and how fun that can be to inflict.
Or how a woman’s skin can smell like bread,
that this is sometimes enough.
Or how a man’s voice can contain the sound of one hundred terrified horses racing
across an uncivilized plain.
It might be about a stranger called “you,”
and in it, there will probably be some idiot called “I,”
and almost certainly it will demonstrate how something thought to be so full
can be emptied out in less than three words,
or less than,
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