Conjugated VisitsI love as if it mattered:
a pound of love's feathers falling
fast as a pound of stone.
You love like a weed, unwanted,
taking up residence, calling
it home.
She loves as a snail would:
using him up for sustenance,
meticulously, leaving a trail.
He loves like the rabbit pulled
from a hat: startled, pedaling,
ambushed by thin air.
We love as the blind see: aware
of insect wings, timbre
the dog hears.
Love dusted treetops,
gutters, and hood ornaments;
she inhaled.
Love contained him
comfortably, a soft shoe;
on firmament he danced.
There would be no way
they could unlove now, unspice
the condiment,
uncook the stew, the braised
beast unslaughter, send it
ululating back to the herd.
Diane Kirsten Martin**********************************
Diane Kirsten Martin has lived in San Francisco since 1976. Her work has been published in New England Review, Crazyhorse, Bellingham Review, Hayden's Ferry Review, ZYZZYVA, Blue Mesa Review, Five A.M.,Third Coast, North American Review, 32 Poems, Tar River Review, CutBank, and Nimrod, among others. She was selected by B.H. Fairchild for second place in the Nimrod/Hardman Pablo Neruda Prize in 2004. Her poem, "Mom Poem," nominated by Nimrod, was included in Best New Poets 2005. Diane was one of 50 semifinalists in the 2005 "Discovery"/Nation competition.**********************************
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RL