Love Like Goths by Major Jackson
When you are in love, your blood brightens the veins
Love Like Goths
When you are in love, the laundry goes unwashed and mail collects like mold in a mailbox by the road. Wallpaper unglues and slowly peels away like meaning from a word. You are absorbed into the great unknown and the living blacken their mirrors darkening a way to the land of Dis. Your possessions, your favorite saltshaker, your albums, your lambskin coat with the bone ivory toggles, all stand like orphans in a corner of an emptied house then find new homes where they occasionally recall the touch of your fingers. Thunder is a faint memory. When you are in love you ignore cutoff notices and appeals to donate to PETA. When you are in love, your blood brightens the veins of an elderly man in Pasadena, who himself will someday become a donor, and in this way your blood will someday course through a child in Oaxaca. When you are in love, dark wave compositions charge the ears of those sitting solemnly at your funeral. When you are in love, your works are a luxury to your family who will study how you breathed between sips of oolong tea. When you are in love, you gleam brighter than ever before.
First published in ONLY POEMS (September, 2023)
This was really moving
I remember this poem from the first ever OP "Poet of the Week." I loved it then and still do, all of it, but especially what one man’s “in love” did to an old man in Pasadena and the progression of so many gifts from such, all the way to a child in Oaxaca. This is so beautiful. I am blown away by this notion. Our world needs more love and “in love." Thank you MajorJackson, thank you ONLY POEMS