Define Love
We
wanted love: some sort of affection: much from life; and
much
from love. There were so many theories; so love
appeared
complex: a broken love for some; where love was
violent;
and love was thorns; and love was prone to angry love.
We
loved and danced and paraded dysfunction. Our minds
crammed
with images of desecration: shattered jaws; swollen
eyes;
and months of cocaine binges. Women drank, licking
liquor
from daddy’s chin; and fathers smoked, breaking
mirrors,
time and again.
But
we knew love: such ambivalence: this feeling of
dung
wrapping around one’s lungs; where another says: “I
love
you: feel my rage.”
We
wanted love: traveling town to
state,
free for love; where mornings meant, hurry up and leave.
Women
knew this love: abandoned to death, pillaging through
a
neighbor’s memories, searching for an “I love you.” Our
love
was harsh, abrasive, vengeful, even deceptive and
contradictory.
So we loved this love, raising children, lost to
ghettos
and violent streets. But love him how? waltzing lover to
lover;
and love her how? through pure mind-control and fear.
