Love Song #10

posted Jul 23, 2013

The purpose of collection is to ascribe value
to objects. Dear Bones
I'm sorry. Dear Eyes.

I've stopped calling you darling
& you, & you.

Dear Head. Do you still want?
Hope is small fingers
twisting inside a lock.

The body is its own ghazal.
It needs men / it doesn't need men.

Put my clothes back on.
Walk me to the door.

Ruth Baumann is an MFA student at the University of Memphis, and Assistant Poetry Editor of The Pinch. Her poems are published or forthcoming in PANK, Kill Author, elimae, Eclectica & Mixed Fruit literary journal, amongst places.

Baumann’s poem “Ammunition (Rapunzel)” also appears in this issue.