love is a new pair of glasses! love is breaking the old ones with your forehead and fist
love is gagging on glass while nursing a penchant for it
suckling on sharp in place of sugar in oatmeal
simultaneously love is having to pick shards out of your teeth with a toothpick
and love is hugging the dentist that sews your tattered gums together like blue jeans tight
there is little love in plucking out reflective pieces from under your tongue with your tongue
behind your hand in public
and big love in keeping them as mirrors for safekeeping, which traps a version of yourself
inside the pellucid
the one who wears pointed objects colored in blood proud as earrings for the mouth
love is fear of telescope and fascination with the north star.
