tattered poem

she writes an infinity of I-love-you’s
on linen stationery then crumples each
page & tosses it at the corner waste basket,
she scores 2-points on one out of every three
throws while the other little tattered & crumpled
almost-poems cuddle up to the base of that
monument to archaic romance, she does this
because love doesn’t need poems, love needs us,
you & me, holding each other so tightly it’s like we
will be sucked into each other’s body, so close as if
we were welded together, so let’s do that,

let’s love each other more beautiful than even a poem.