a man told me once that you can love
one two or three women
at the same time
if you pick and choose
your favorite bits of them.
i don't think i could-
it's not that i don't have enough, not that my adoration is a
graduated cyllinder, a portioned well, and line-touching measuring cup.
you have no allowance of my affection.
theres just too much of you
and i can't find a single corner
i'd be willing to cut.