Love & Its Buzzwords Poem by Kyle Costa

Love & Its Buzzwords

Mutter, mutter, mutter these words to yourself:

a meditation in deeply holding light between

two fixed points. I held love, but it bruised my

palms. So now I can't do simple tasks like

pick at old wounds properly; even pointing at

apertures comes at the cost of having to hold

my hands—distant.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Falling in love to let it fall out of you. Somewhere within 'us' I managed to find, and exhume, the ingot of 'I.'
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