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title: Love Song
id: lovesong
genre: prose
project:
title: Elegies for alternate selves
class: elegies
order: 15
prev:
- title: How it happened
link: howithappened
next:
- title: Rough gloves
link: roughgloves
...
Walking along in the dark is a good way to begin a song.
Walking home in the dark after a long day chasing criminals is another.
Running away from an imagined evil is no way to begin a story.
I am telling you this because you wanted to know what it's like to tell [something so beautiful][] everyone will cry.
I am telling you because I want you to know what it is to keep everything inside of you.
I am telling you.
Can you see?
Can you see into me and reach in your hand and pull me inside out, like an [old shirt][]?
Will you wear me until I unravel on your shoulders, will you cut me apart and use my skin to clean up the [cola you spill][] on the floor when you're drunk?
I want you to know that I want you to know.
Do you want me?
To know is to know.
[I, you want we.][]
We want.
That is why we're here.
To want is to be is to want and I want you.
Do you also?
Check yes or no.
There is a way to end every story, [every song][].
Every criminal must be caught.
Even those who cry dry their tears.
I cannot tell you all I want because I want to tell you everything.
[There is no art because there is no mirror big enough.][]
We wake up every day.
Sometimes we sleep.
[old shirt]: ronaldmcdonald.html
[every song]: swansong.html
[something so beautiful]: window.html
[cola you spill]: ex-machina.html
[I, you want we.]: poetry-time.html
[There is no art because there is no mirror big enough.]: hands.html
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