So, riffing off Stay, a poem I wrote back in autumn. Curious what you think.
I’m trying to work through some things… what love is all about, which is a rather large topic, how do we identify when we’re in that state. Is it physical, can you love that which destroys you – is that a requirement, to give yourself over to the extent that your throat is laid bare?
I think it needs… much work. Some of this is from the first draft, but I started improvising as I went. The drink may have helped, or hindered, there.
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