only proves your insufficiency
that I would love you only proves
I haven’t thought it through
I love my inconsistency and yours
too has an endearing forehead
who said that I think sometimes
my head is the tower of Salem
at dawn or the power of Satan
at evening or the flowers of summer
blooming along Second Street
pushing up through intense heat
their replicas of stars
who said that
I love you
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