In Love, in Theory
Willows, bowed with sparrows, sing,
wet leaves quivering,
shivering with a bad case
of what makes your ticker race
like a rocket car.
All the world’s glazed with sugar
& you’re a giant’s
elongated tongue. Romance,
shmomance–what if your head blows
up? A new one grows
big as the moon, its full mug
spilling on your rug.
Stars wink because they like you.
Look at them! They really do.
--Matt Morris
From Reckoning Ball (Half Inch Press, 2023). First appeared in Rat's Ass Review.
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| Utagawa Hiroshige, Sparrow and Bamboo, ca 1840 |
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