With love


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because love is a wolf

cowering at its own cry, yell, howl.

because you shatter the distance between the sky and the earth, 

a tremor blurring the lines into shades of gray. 

because you hurl knife blades at cathedral windows and

drench sugar coated poison on richly carpeted pews,

begging the Pope to shut his dirty mouth.

because sometimes the gargled whispers hiccuping

and clogging airways

are the stones in the throat shrieking 


Elizabeth Hsieh