In Cahoots at the Crossroads

Who wants love? 

Does the state wants love?

Does Diet Coke? Does the state “wants love” speak

in triangles . . . ellipses? Lemon trees? Tentacles? 

Does it have a shield? Does “wants love” speak

freely? In tongues? Does it have fathomless eyes? Its own self-

fulfilling alphabet? Do all of the letters reflect

themselves? Like capital B? Like emu feathers double-

plumed? What does that sound like? Should all languages 

sound? B describes a balloon a holiday a house a womb

a dwelling making room for primal feelings

the bulb at the hinge of my jaw taut with poison. 

D like doom or dare. J an arm extended with open hand

to take, to give. After “That was 

‘Who Wants Love?’” the DJ said

“Maybe you wants love” then 

“Nothing can be done”