Soo, I may have been watching the show Mad Men a little. Or a lot. This happened next:
Mad Women
Do you love
Lucy
Brick-a-brack brightened
Smile curved string of pearls
Do you love
Patsy
Swollen voice
Bruised lovely as a tumbling car
Pouring out past the wreckage
Do you love
Or hate
The signs on fountains
Wire and bone
Curled tight as your hair
Around your middle
Back straight
Do you love
Sexton
Or sex
Are your children bird-tongued
Indecipherable as your hands
Cramping for wonder
Do you love
Sylvia
Oven dreams
Crowding the bedside darkness
Anxious with thirst
Or cold
Do you love
The curlers
Tin cans
Books hidden under the bed
Do you love
When everything is either
An outside cardigan
Or an indoor plant
Do you
When you smell Marilyn's cocktails
And lethian fumes in your baby's shampoo
Love
Yourself inside-out
And back again
To you
Love.
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