Would you love me if I were a curd
The pink slime stuffed into the casing
Would you have loved me when the hexes
Flowed like pinot noir and I could be found
Lingering in any dim restroom
Mold spore in jeans and a vest
Perfecting a debilitating sneer
Would you love the way I pay
For therapy while plotting all week
What not to tell my therapist
Would you love me if I were a fork
Pressed against your jugular
Will you love me when I finally
Run out of smart things to say
oof all the ways we may be loved anyway! xo to this poem
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Reminds me of Lispector’s “alone with myself.” Well done!