That You Love (poem)
That You Love
I mean nothing. I said nothing…
Now I’m stuck having to explain the reason
Reason, little bunny, love is gutter-dredge, not heritage
Well, the way you fetishize the phrase who cares
There’s no legitimacy when you’re crafting dolls
Tough break you’re croaking on your pond
You salivate at someone’s feeling bad
Or it’s fealty, loyalty to a suit
The suit is diamonds, the queen your card, candidate
And when the dopiness of that makes you shunt it to the back
As the ditty goes, if you can’t inspire love
Sing it…every one of us needs…
Sing it…every one of us needs…
Sell it, when you’re singing in your car, and you wouldn’t believe
Enough is understood
there are bits and pieces of you everywhere…
bright dog ears of paper lodged on the floor
bits, I mean, the future you couldn’t read, canny know-it-all you were
when you reassured your actions-speak-for-themselves inductees
But hey, I don’t hold the puzzle piece, I just shape the fit
Old filthy talk and the girls aren’t patient with it
Witnesses, the line about fear never written
A soon-to-implode-in-cellular-decay Malibu Ken
must by the rabid skunk got bitten
It’ll come out, just when things get interesting
It’ll come back, just when they drop you in your hole
It’ll be a sad discovery for your impoverished descendants
All the phones you sold
All the friendly help you hired to do the job
That You Love
Years Ago
(2020, Stephanie Foster)