Poems Pluto.3

CAConrad

                                               judged by the way we fall in

                                   love in the bathroom in sweating out the misery

                                                        entering the fine blades in harmony

                                                   chopping all of our best to distribute over

                                            the whole goddamned rotted beating muscle

                                                               even when we have

                                                               forgotten where we

                                                           are love               finds us

                                                                      just sticks us

                                                                      sobbing with

               shame inside a glorious steaming pile of the musk

      saying no doesn’t matter you can’t say no for long