The S in "I Loves You, Porgy"
       

makes me think plurality. Maybe I can love you
with many selves. Or. I love all the Porgys.
Even as a colloquialism: a queering of
love as singular. English is a strange
language because I loves
and He loves are not
both grammarly. I loves you,
Porgy. Better to ask what man is not,
Porgy.
The beauty of Nina's Porgy distorts
gravity. Don't let him take
me. The ceiling is in
the floor. There is one name
I cannot say.
Who is
______________
now?
Beauty, a proposal on
refuse. Disposal.
Nina's eyes know
a fist too well. Not
well enough.
Pick one
out a
lineup.

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