12/1/10

Sangfroid

Do not ask me to name
that which was done to me
before I had learned
to defend myself;
it is part of who I am,
and if I am to love myself
enough to offer defense,
I have to love him, too.
Which renders love
down to nothing more
than any other form of fat;
when cold it is solid enough,
but heat it up
and it runs away
or burns to nothing. 


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