And because Love battles by Pablo Neruda

Love battles for our hearts
like an agricultural waste-land
un-fed
but wanting to sprout

I get my chest-off
fragrance bought
obscure plantations
of ought

What’s worse?
Discourse
of course
nevermore
and ever-worse

the battles tossed
and cursed

I tried to buy the ferrari
I associated with dangerous
tsunamis
I build my house
on the prairie
I did what they told me

You shared your bed with
me
I didn’t tell you not to do it!
So we did
etc.
screw-it

All I ever wanted
was a sandwich of love
and
instead
I got crumb-bumb selfhood

and crust