Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise

sex is not dentistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities

you are not my doctor
you are not my cure,

nobody has that
power, you are merely a fellow/traveller

Give up this medical concern,
buttoned, attentive,

permit yourself anger
and permit me mine

which needs neither
your approval nor your suprise

which does not need to be made legal
which is not against a disease

but agaist you,
which does not need to be understood

or washed or cauterized,
which needs instead

to be said and said.
Permit me the present tense.

is/not by Margaret Atwood

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the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them

Cause and Effect by Charles Bukowski

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well,
it’s that season again in literature when the words of dead people pour and bleed into you and you’re not quite so sure where you are or when you are, even though one half of the quoted above are still well and living, no, maybe not so well, because really the best never are.

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