My seventh wedding anniversary is actually on Sunday,
so I'm going to read a couple of love poems.
And I love reading love poems when my husband's not present
because he hates it when I do.
And I love this poem, so I kind of want to hear them.
One is a sonnet and one is another poem.
"V-neck T-shirt Sonnets".
I love a white, v-neck t-shirt on you,
two cotton strips racing to a point they both arrived at.
There vigor barely contained, flaming hair colorless,
fence in skin that shines.
Cool drop of hem, soft and lived in so unlike my father.
To bed you go.
Flush with fur in a rabbit's burrow or nest
for a flightless bird brooding.
Let me be that endangered species huddled
in the vessel of the inverted triangle, gaped mouth
of a great white fish on the verge of striking,
poised to devour and feed on skin, on all.