3 love poems for Valentine’s Day

The zine is coming! In the meanwhile we’re sharing 3 love poems to get you through this special and/or horrific day.

— Eve Peyser, May 2014

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In “Born to Run” There Is a Lot of Talk of Eating Salad for Breakfast

I was thinking I’d like to toss you like a salad.

I’m not talking about licking assholes here I’m talking about leaves that you toss —

I’ll do it gingerly, palming you like a head of lettuce ripped apart with the softest touch, turning your ruffled shapes over and over in my hands, considering every bit of your surface

I will dress you and you will be slick with my love.

It will be all slow motion. The arcs of my tenderness will merit a full orchestral accompaniment: we will move like orcas through the water, like sixty degrees with a protractor. Tongs and forks and spoons will be of no use to me.

We will be California in summer/We will be a garden in Provence/We will be light pouring diagonally through trees. We will be accompanied by wine and lovemaking.

I will turn your ruffled shapes over and over in my hands, considering every bit of your surface

I will dress you and you will be slick with my love.

— Marian Bull, April 2015

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I Will Never Make You Pancakes Again

From the moment it leaves your head,
a hair becomes repulsive.
Its bulb is a parasite,
its touch, a trauma.
The most pathetic thing in all of this
is that I believed I could twist my bones
to fit your skeleton.

— Sam Escobar, January 2016

Love, Eve 💔 Marian 💔 Sam