Effing Love Poems

I like to pretend I don’t write love poems.  I like to pretend my poetry isn’t informed by the lives of those around me.  I like to pretend that poetry isn’t a thing of plasma and marrow and bile, that I don’t need it, because there isn’t any money in it.  Sure.  We pretend things all the time, like we’re happy with our jobs, or that tomorrow will be better.

I like to pretend I don’t write love poems.  But I will tell you a secret: there is a folder nestled deep among my other poems where I put all the love poems I write.  It’s called “Effing Love Poems.”  Not “Fucking Love Poems.”  “Effing Love Poems.”  Because I can’t even be serious with myself when I pretend to disdain love poems.

I like to pretend I don’t write love poems.  But I write love poems.  May I share my love poems with you?

2 thoughts on “Effing Love Poems”

  1. Ugh! Comment appeared twice, tried to delete one, it appears to have deleted both. So– yes! I always want more love poems in my life. Though I also understand the ambivalence about writing them…

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