VICKY I

To prove my love

I would shave my head

repeatedly.

I would bike wherever was necessary

to get whatever you desire.

If it were raining,

I would take the train.

I would come, religiously

to your place

to worship at your copper shrine,

where everything shines,

but nothing is quite as radiant as you.

To prove my love,

I would tear the sleeves off my shirts

hulk-style,

and rampage through this town

incredibly frustrated

at your impending absence.