I've Been Thinking About Love Again
by Vievee Francis
Those who live to have it and those who live to give it.
Of course there are those for whom both are true, but never in the same measure.
Those who have it to give are like cardinals in the snow. So easy and beautifully lit. Some are rabbits. Hard to see except those who would prey upon them: all that softness and quaking and blood.
Those who want it cannot be satisfied. Eagle-eyed and with such talons, any furred thing will do. So easy to rip out a heart when it is throbbing so hard.
I wander out into the winter. I know what I am.





















