Love is 2 for $3
When I (in love)
bought the 2 bunches
of English Spinach
2 for $3
brought them home
rinsed them cool
in the slick sink
blanched and blitzed them
so that when my son awoke
not able to eat-
not able to meet his own
earthly needs
not able to swallow
in formal gulps
but rather in spurts and gurgles of need
he could drink this
and while I was doing all this
a small lady beetle flew from the bunch
sun drenched, water drenched in my daylit
kitchen
A novel I read claimed love
was facing a mirror in a rehab
bathroom
so he could watch himself while he helped himself
but shouldn’t the yield of love be spotted and winged?