(Writing Exercise: Use this title, from the poem of the same name by William Bronk, to create your own poem.)
You just know, you know?
No, I don't fucking know. And
quite frankly I don't think you
know, either.
I imagine that in order to
fall in love
you have to make a lot of it
first.
They say that you can drown with
little more than a teaspoon of water
in your lungs.
And I'll tell you, I've made a lot of love.
Maybe not enough to swim in, but
far more than a teaspoon.
But I just can't seem to fall in it.
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