Love is a driver’s license photo
You know who the person in
the picture is – sort of, maybe
you think it is you – your glazed
eye, mug-shot provenance
makes even you double-check
triple-check yourself in the
mirror the morning after
facial expression defying
logical description;
contorted hybrid of happiness
and electrocution-by-chair
It was no innocuous clerk
that issued you this credential,
telling you with mock-courtesy to
have a good day, thank you
you walk away from the counter
new credential proof of who/what,
there are no retakes here
approval from the Department of
Misanthropic vehicles
Ponderable polemics, poetic 