heave half a brick then say
I love you, though I do
I'd rather
wrench off an arm then hug you though
it's what I long to do
I'd rather
gather a posy of poison ivy than
ask if you love me
so if my
hair doesn't stand on end it's because
I never tease it
and if my heart isn't in my mouth it's because
it knows it's place
and if I
don't take a bite out of your ear it's because
gristle grips my guts
and if you
miss the message better get new
glasses and read it twice
- Phyllis Gottlieb
