POEM WITH SUBSTITUTE WORDS FOR LOVE
We find ourselves at such heights, particularly break-neck.
And if it comes from the burden of being a button's eye—
What saw is best for the job? How far will you need to cut?
Most forsake the underneath for the fabric
But mistakes are easier than a shootout.
Like haircuts in the backyard with him—your dark pieces
falling around you in a homemade chair.
And not distressed, not fake old, but honestly.
This piece developed from my curiosity in love poems and optical illusions. I wanted to write a poem in which certain words could be flipped (like Vanna White would do with a blank space/letter) to reveal a new word: the substitution of alternate images/concepts for love yields a pair of intimate, yet different, readings of the poem. I loved writing this poem—thank you for reading it.