there is love inside the floorboards
turned upside-down and backwards
writhing like mad dogs
kenneled in metal crates.
the love has since dissolved into bones
for the parasites to eat.
can you stomach my tapeworms,
my fluttering heart pumping faster?
neither can i.
i've hacked it up
all over the used wood and
oh i'm sorry
love's all soiled and spoiled now,
flush with the ground