There is a hinge br of bone br where your chin joins br your cheek. br I like to stroke it br in the flicker br of a local movie; br br I like to take br your laborer;s hand br when you are br cautiously- br (O proof of love!)- br driving my car. br br You bring me gifts br of food; br I write you br poems of blood. br br Your scars are vertical; br mine are horizontal. br br You lost your spleen; br I loosed a daughter br on the world. br br Your hinge of bone br tells jokes; br while mine chants br poems.