Tonight's Poet Corner: Another Cold Night
Another Cold Night
by Belinda Roddie
While the stars take lozenges
so they don't cough in comets
across an already infected sky,
we hold hands
and the concept of us -
the blueprint, the spec, like paper -
folded up against our chests.
Keeping us warm without heat.
Without fire.
Science can explain love,
but modern medicine cannot
cure it. Believe me. I've tried.
by Belinda Roddie
While the stars take lozenges
so they don't cough in comets
across an already infected sky,
we hold hands
and the concept of us -
the blueprint, the spec, like paper -
folded up against our chests.
Keeping us warm without heat.
Without fire.
Science can explain love,
but modern medicine cannot
cure it. Believe me. I've tried.
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