Love, ActuallyA Poem by Emily WangPoem about the different kinds of love according to Greek philosophers: erotic, long lasting, homosexual, pedophile, motherly love at all costsDo you remember when we traded sweet fingers in summer heat? Gramma has those cookies - baked with a ‘special ingredient’ - in the jar, if you’d like. On Sunday evenings, she’ll turn on the phonograph and waltz with Grandpop to Nat King Cole and we’ll watch. No, I don’t need another popsicle - just your company, alright? You went to the land of blurred lines and all you got me were shades of Humbert Humbert, spiked margaritas, a Symposium cheat sheet, a cat lady. Dear Sophocles, even polished arguments will not justify the plague of the Catholic Church. We wave a rainbow but the stigma is not gone. Carver knows. What we talk about when we talk about love, I'm not so sure. Morrison too? Plum burns downstairs -- it’s all the same. I guess, when they strip us all down, we search for the choir of scars. © 2016 Emily WangAuthor's Note
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