It’s not that I’m anti-love,
exactly.

I just think there should be
other ways to organize things
like lives or every little hair
on someone else’s head.

But I digress, don’t I?
I never said I was against

love,

only that sense of ownership,
that impulse to say

every little hair on your head
belongs to me

I feel it,
tingling in my own open hand,
even now.