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Dating Romantic

Love song: I and thou; My love my passion.

Nothing is plumb, level, or square: 

the studs are bowed, the joists 

are shaky by nature, no piece fits 

any other piece without a gap 

or pinch, and bent nails 

dance all over the surfacing 

like maggots. By Christ 

I am no carpenter. I built 

the roof for myself, the walls 

for myself, the floors 

for myself, and got 

hung up in it myself. I 

danced with a purple thumb 

at this house-warming, drunk 

with my prime whiskey: rage. 

Oh I spat rage’s nails 

into the frame-up of my work: 

it held. It settled plumb, 

level, solid, square and true 

for that great moment. Then 

it screamed and went on through, 

skewing as wrong the other way. 

God damned it. This is hell, 

but I planned it, I sawed it, 

I nailed it, and I 

will live in it until it kills me. 

I can nail my left palm 

to the left-hand crosspiece but 

I can’t do everything myself. 

1 need a hand to nail the right, 

a help, a love, a you, a wife. 

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