Academic journal article The Virginia Quarterly Review

Love & Terror

Academic journal article The Virginia Quarterly Review

Love & Terror

Article excerpt

I love you so much my terror has left me.

I love you so much, my terror has put on its coat and paces the sidewalk,

hands in its pockets, breath clouding the air before its face.

I love you so much, I could offer it a scarf, I could bring it a drink,

I could walk it to my neighbor's house and let it in.

It's cold by the highway and I love your long lines of steelmills all the way

to Cleveland, how the smokestacks choke the sky with love,

how they wrap their arms around us all. Oh, love,

how I love your lines of tanks and trucks- they beat the pavement like

hearts full of love

while my terror smokes in that neighbor's attic, fingering the old photos,

while my terror sings nursery rhymes to the dark, upturned boxes at its feet.

Sometimes, we are holding hands like lovers strolling all the way to the

cornfields.

Sometimes we are standing in the scorched fields and it's like our bodies

are on fire.

I love you like the bomb loves its timer, like the helmet loves the head. …

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