even before we met,
when the assignment was to draw words
with their own literal meanings
I would write out each letter of the word LOVE
using winning halves of wishbones, melted Crayons
and the toe tips of the great dancers who’ve quit dancing
because I don’t give up on shit like that.
—Buddy Wakefield, from “Flockprinte,” Live For a Living. (write bloody publishing; 1 edition, October 1, 2007)