Winter 1985 Vol. 2 #2
Winter 1985 Vol. 2 #2
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As long as I called it loneliness,
it stayed small and domestic, cured by
hot baths, phone calls, and books
in bed. When I called it love,
it grew sharper and twisted. It lived
in my body, and scratched up small
pieces for its nest. When I called
it life, it damn near killed me,
striking right to the center. I think
I’ll take back its name
and give us both a chance.