LOVE Poem: Prepositions in Leather Wrapped Bindings, by Claire Breslow

You are my eclipse
and i am the hero of the story i haven’t written
i’m not a request nor
the fact that we really didn’t pay to see
how this story plays out
i have half remembered dreams
to undo my claws
please
use your jaws of a hair press
to curl the edges
of your faded penumbra
so i won’t find that edge
that i’ll always follow

so follow me (i could be slower)
to my artificial ravine
bequeath me (i could be grateful)
words i’m too young to know
age me (i can get older)
so that i won’t find your youth
that i’ll always follow

i’ll be here
i might always shiver in the dark
but don’t peel away the stars
when we are all
splayed on the stairs
I like them here
and
how do you still

after four nouns
one proper
no prepositions
and leather wrapped bindings
make the trash
look beautiful
in the back of my yard?

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