First Person Demonstrative
I'd rather
Eat half a brick than say
I love you though I do
I'd rather
Crawl in a hole than call you
Darling, though you are
I'd rather
Wrench-off an arm than hug you
Though it's what I long to do
I'd rather
gather a posy of poison ivy than ask
If you love me
So if my hair stands on its end
It's because I never brush it
And if my heart isn't in my mouth
It's because it knows its place
And if I don't whisper in your ear
It's because gristle gripes my guts
And if you miss the message
Better get new glasses
And read this twice.
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