Love Is a Nine Letter Word

Entertain self doubt, pity fools or

pity geniuses, what is the difference

Drink deep, peacefully hold your

tongue up and out for her

I embodied something more whole

once

Now I embody vacuum, eyes

hungrily speed talking an

anxious blood-sugar

poem

Whose chapel is a

dreaming sexual violence,

His blood is my own weeping

manhood, His flesh

preserved under my fingernails my

flesh in truth,

Whose confession sounds as though

a recipe for soup, bathing bones my

liquid fat my self-loathing shudder ex-

halation fleeting prize

Glory be to balled up tissue and

some substitution for bawling, how-

ever momentary

Self orbiting Sun and Earth, twin

torment mirror spit running stain

Pale eyes virginity collect sweat

under his massive cancer