BABY LOVE
So loud it shatters
my sleep, my time,
icy night or summer noon
into shards tinier
than half-erupted teeth.
So straight it pisses
right in my eye,
so urgent it doesn't
care what it eats
as long as it's now.
So sure it refuses
to hide itself
in clothes
or words.
Bruce Tindall
Published in Texas Observer.