I send atoms to your residue
the threadbare frequency of you
note variations in turbulence
try to remember us in the best
possible light, to reconnect the
old medicine: I love you
if zombies can love
one wounded aberration to another
love you with every thread
of what was once my tug-of-war
my entire catalog of sorry beards and patches
my unlucky appetite
I love you by smell and by hand
how we go at each other for our molecular health
like astronauts, but there's too much
weather out there, too much segue
I'm sorry for all the dead time
I've caused you but if you will take
this as love, my prison girl, my sorceress
my monster heart:
I will obey you.
Copyright © 2009 Peter Schwartz
Peter Schwartz's poetry has been featured in The Columbia Review, Diagram, and Opium Magazine.
When not dreaming of literary conferences he’s writing or taking photos or thinking of who he should get for the next issue of DOGZPLOT, where he is art editor.