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“I want to tell you
Like men, Nai:
‘I love you.’
Just
That, like men.
Without a syllable
Of weakness,
No soft coating on the words
Where the same-old sickly stench can gather.
That’s how I love you,
With my voice,
With what I say,
“vertical”, “punch”,
“two-hundred and fifty”.
Without a letter on blank eyes,
Without opening my arms
Like someone stretching out a parchment in Gothic type.
Right now
I love you.
Everything else is separate.
Like a triangle,
Like a dagger,
Like a Norfolk Island pine
Or a low chair.
With all the necessary letters,
With no spelling mistakes
Nor a cry,
I love you.
And too often I’m hurt,
Exhausted,
To the core
Of my tenderness.”