What if we started
talking about love as a
humiliation?

Or maybe taking
not now then not ever's as
gun imperatives

Or using that word
as Norwegians do, for
wives, not entire lives

I oppose you, T
S Eliot. L'art can
not be erasure.

Not because it'd kill
you or me or any one
in between, just...

My body requires
photos, in snow, disrobed, all
which needs an artist.