Love and Hate
as sugar generates cancer
you generate the most severe feelings in me
you are my sugar, my joy,
and my cancer, my illness.
I am compelled to love you
in the midst of loathing
you are the fishhook I bite into
in the middle of a delicious slice of flaked catfish
you are the puncture in my brand new tire
while retaining your position as my new car itself
how can I love you this intensely and not despise you?
That’s the question my love.
Ah, that is the question.