If I were ever to write one,

A love poem would only be a page blank
Of everything but the commas: a snowstorm
And the shit dog owners were too lazy to pick
Up. A piano has fifty-two white keys and
Thirty-six black keys for playing love songs until
I take a hammer and smash the instrument to pieces.
Chopin and Schumann can eat my ass.

by Ethan Resek