Love

(after Miroslav Holub)

by Juliet Antill

Juliet Antill

Two thousand texts
A hundred different tricks
to catch a signal
An eternity of outstretched arms

A live-stream of declarations –
each wrought from the viscera
and novel as a coprolite

A hundred poems written
A hundred poems burned

An organic veg box of lust
A Subscribe and Save of disappointments
Tears enough to change the weather

Dry rot
Asbestos in the roof
A slinging of mud

 Let me tell you –
 it was beautiful