I love you lawyers and your volatile dreams

Crying into flowerpots & into stuffed parrots.

I love also your wide bowls of fruit

And shocking umbrellas plugged into the night.

You pile up your dry cleaning against the wall in the hallway

Separating your brassieres from your large blue shirts.

Move towards me from the clothes horse and clutch onto my ledger

As a murderer holding the throat of his victim, stuffed with fresh basil,

And I will love you with a baseball bat and also with a cruller

Until the refrigerator rings, signaling that ice has been made!

And I adore the legal vote of nighttime

Like the mouth of a vase that’s overflowing. O overzealous taxidermist

I love you so much more than my aunt’s house with its bell tower. That you make me fruity

And parade me out as an ornament on Men’s Night,

My clothes more wrinkle-free than all the boulevards lined up

Separated only by the canals, the strong arms of the blue ocean.

I advance towards the attaque and I wrinkle my astronaut’s uniform

Like if I was a corpse, longing for fish-shaped chocolates,

And I do love them. O beat cop with badge and cruller,

Until the golf courses freeze over, you are only as good as the bell!