A Love Poem As Directed By John Woo
Ask her to aim her index fingers.
at you. Aim yours.
Ask other couples to aim
their index fingers at each other,
hold still. Ask a dove
what everyone spells.
A Love Poem As Directed By Nicholas Winding Refn
Choose your words, as if what you say
is a lock pick, a shotgun cooling on
a motel windowsill.
Consider the order of things,
what color to bathe the room with,
which song introduces you.
Remind yourself you are not
a bullet to swallow.
A Love Poem As Directed By Louis C.K.
Your arms shiver with shame
when you think of her. Your stomach,
a swollen plastic grocery bag
with HAVE A NICE DAY spread across
the cellophane in chiding red letters.
Every ledge places bets on which sidewalk
will wear you the best.
Every sidewalk asks for a vaccination
to ward off your blood.
You are held together by a swarm of loneliness.
Do not allow yourself to cough. Avoid needles.