Artificial Love Poem
To film this page
To write this rage
To pull this moment square
I am not nature
or dust
but I am made of such
I stood waiting for you to run
In sweet-smelling lilac I stood
waiting for you to dance
Holding our breath in brackish water until one of us should die
I took the chance because we used to laugh
Oh how we used to laugh!
How greed fills my cup
with betrayal of all that is dust
And all that ever was
