Now appearing over at Spork. Check out the rest of the poems by this guy:
The Grateful Release of Our More Robust Natures
by BJ Love
Star Wars is on TV and all we can do is go to Dairy Queen
and dare each other into new flavor combinations, our
handholding just a gateway to Oreos and backrubs and
it all tastes really rich to me, like knowing how beavers
build their dams but wanting to hear your take on it all
anyway because I have a gnawing suspicion that today
can be totally interesting on a budget, it’s true, we can’t
go to Granada, but we can go on this walk and you look
so full of facts and I have a can full of silver spray paint
dying to be more beautiful and the world is so full of bridges
that have no ideas of love so let’s hit these purple streets
and create more famous versions of ourselves on them,
after all, this is how our histories have always been made
and love can be easily retrofitted into it, over it, and though
some people are always three steps ahead, it will be me
who gets to yell, Watch out! and pull you back into my
peeling but other wise healthy arms and tell you that
having heroes is wildly important, and feel really good
about myself and then you will thankfully kiss my silver
sprayed palms and you will see your beautiful reflection
kissing you back and you will say, boop boop, in a pretty
authentic robot voice and though translation is frequently
difficult, I will have no problems understanding exactly
what you mean, exactly what you are (not a robot), because
this language is ours and it is heartbased and sometimes
we feel, a little heart is all you need, but sometimes a little
heart is hard to draw, so I’m making mine really big, big
enough to hold our whole names and it’s a rebellion, yes
but only a minor one and if we are caught, at least they’ll
print our pictures in the paper, side by side, with a caption
that will surely say something about Love, how it leaves
its mark in the most surprising and out of the way places.
