by Eliseo Martinez

If Love

If love knocks,
    let it knock on the window.

If love bites,
    let it bite you
    on the ass.

If love sings,
    let it break over static
    on the radio.

If love conquers all,
    see what it can do
    against the last day of
    your life.

If love dies,
    let it have your heart
    for a tombstone.

If love fails,
    let it feel sunlight
    on its face.

If love hurts,
    let it fill your shadow
    with screams.

If love fades,
    let it fade in your touch so that
    the trace of your fingers
    remember hope like an echo
    of candlelight.

If love is all you need,
    take anything.

If love is all there is,   
    welcome home.

Makin' It

I like the idea of hitting the mark
on my first shot.

The first word is always
the right word.

The last word is always
where the thing should
end.

I mean:

Suffering and loss stop
just outside my window.
The streetlamps shine
as one insomniac sun
and those that wish they saw no more
see.

Well.
Not here.
Not tonight.

My belly is full.
My girlfriend is asleep in bed with a warm
and dry
blanket.

The television is on.

I have a job.

I've got half a mind
to floss my ass.

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