By Scarlette Quille
Reader Columnist
Love
There was a time
I believed love
was a permanent gesture.
Initials carved in the skin of an old oak tree.
Over time I understood
Most loves turn out
Like a penis.
Carelessly drawn in Sharpie
On a locker room door;
Easily erased by alcohol.
–Scarlette Quille
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