Amy Cuneo

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


A novel I read claimed love

was facing a mirror in a rehab


so he could watch himself while he helped himself

but shouldn’t the yield of love be spotted and winged?