Love me before all of the snow melts,
Before the Great Sewer
Washes us all away,
Before the car bombers
Give their indications.
I squinted at a rooftop
Across the street in the October sun;
The dust behind me, tornadic.
A red truck had passed.
A shadow moved in an opened window:
my aching heart.
I could have waited for a sniper's bullet,
The way Spicer said that the Plague
Swelled them all to dizziness in Berkley;
The way Ferlinghetti was charged with
Selling "obscene literature" in the mid-fifties.
If you love me
I will leave a crevice open in my chest.
I will be standing after the nuke hits;
A skeleton, a white-wash board in a desert.
Rush to the scene, gather me up
Like the dust that I am; hang me on
Padded Hangers.
Love me before all of the snow melts,
Before the Great Sewer
Washes us all away,
Before the car bombers
Give their indications.
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