THIS LOVE HAS NO NAME, BUT IT:

MURMURS, LIKE SOME KIND OF GAY

CAT.

SOUNDS A LITTLE LIKE CLIPPERS.

SHEARS ABOVE AND AROUND MY EARS.

THIS LOVE HAS NO CARNAL FRAME, BUT IT:

VISITED ME IN A DREAM ONCE!

PRETENDED TO BE MY MOTHER!

STOOD UNSHAKEABLY IN A HOODED SWEATSHIRT BEFORE ME, AND WINKED.

PROMISED ME ANSWERS AFTER THE CONSUMMATION WAS DONE,

(AND THE CONSUMMATION WAS DONE, AND DONE AGAIN),

LAUGHED AT ME FOR FORGETTING THE QUESTION.

I CANNOT SPELL THIS LOVE, BUT THIS IS ME TRYING:

(1) X-O-X-O @STEPH <3 <3, HRU? X

(2) SEARCH?SEARCH=GIRL+ON+GIRL,

(3) #FF0000, #FF9200, #FCFF51, #00FF29, #0052FF, #7800FF, #5E009A.

THIS LOVE IS A SENTENCE, IN THAT IT IS:

SOMETHING FIXED,

BUT ISN’T:

A SET OF WORDS THAT IS COMPLETE IN ITSELF.

THIS LOVE HAS LIVED, HAS FUCKED, HAS WEEPED BEFORE,

AND WILL AGAIN.