Anyone can saw
a woman in half.
The hard part
is sitting with
both halves at
breakfast, asking
one to pass
the salt and
the other to
lick your wounds.
That’s what
polyamory is—
loving all
the charlatans
you are.
About the Author:
Andrea Cohen’s sixth poetry collection, Nightshade, will be published next year. Recent books include Unfathoming and Furs Not Mine.
Cover image by Dan Zen via Flickr (cc).
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