"Convert"
Before you can be married to poetry
you must first
be engaged
I remember a lot of people loved her
I only had a crush
She had a boyfriend
He could be anybody
Eliot, Dylan, or Billy Effing Collins.
I was jealous of them all.
Long story short
At the risk of making the difficult seem transparent
Teaching the kids that true love grows on trees
at first sight
I'll tell you the truth:
I wanted her but she chose me.
We laugh about how we got together
One line
Let us go then,
the times are a-changin'
you and I
sailing alone around the room
She is love is God is poetry is mine.
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Jeez Louise.
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