Deconstruction
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I am preparing to attend a funeral, my own,
where you shall kiss me like Judas
and like Jesus. And I shall smile with joy, kissing you back.
Love always leads to martyrdom, no matter how soft
the words are said. Just like being a tree always leads
to growing leaves, or being a star means eventually
burning yourself to death.
I am setting the house in order for demolition,
re-arranging the furniture, remodeling the master bedroom,
and purchasing new carpet. Carpet to
match the colors in your eyes on late nights
when you laugh at my slowness. For
reconstruction always requires its opposite, and
the better one is done the more satisfying the other.
Indeed, I am remodeling the home.
I am preparing for a wedding, ours,
where I shall stand and kiss you
like Judas hoping to be like Jesus
loving like a martyr loves;
his home all in order
singing as he burns.
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