• Gary Hunter

Husband, a Favor to Ask - Feb. 27, 2021

just one time say I still love you

during one of my swearing rages


when a vocal strain of mine

enters the air smacking it with

inflamed fists elbow slams

and kung fu heels of fury


my revenge lacks contest with the

living it finds head-bumping cabinets

hammered thumbs and spilled soup

to abuse with my lips


something tells me those four words

might decapitate the boiling blood root

and it would bleed out


then if you held me I’d turn speechless

and embarrassed but this time saying with

my entire body and soul


I love you, too

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