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Love Poem Written While Listening to “Alligator Crawl” Repeatedly and Misremembering Lines from Kobayashi Issa

by Dante Di Stefano

All the time I pray, I keep on killing
mosquitoes while the snail in me is stripped
to the waist under the evening moon; yes,
my wife is upstairs in bed with the dog
curled up like a comic sans question mark
beside her, and I have snuck down to brace
the liniments of light in a poem
I would like to inscribe on the happy
unfathoming I feel often inmost
when I let Louis Armstrong’s horn breadknife
through my left ventricle or when I see
the face of my bride asleep and I know
that I’m inside the blossom a note makes,
which goes out waltzing and comes back feline.