can't deal with this, bring back Cupid
because in love the same things keep on happening
it's like talking to someone who isn't listening" --"Love Is Stupid" by Zama Nkabinde
"Oh, the lab! The lab!" he cried, exasperated.
"How you love it! Why can't you love me more?"
She answered with questions of her own.
"Why don't you have antlers?
Or orange eyes?"
She ducked neatly when he threw his glass at her,
and refused to fall for the old gambit of a man's tears.
She had tried, you know.
With the white mice, and then with human subjects,
during wartime, when anything goes.
Findings: crazy can be induced, love cannot.
However, if love occurs independently, crazy follows without effort.
She knows she is supposed to love her husband,
but in fact,
she loves the head bellman at the Ashby-Bancroft Hotel downtown.
At a conference, there he was,
effortlessly sparking the Tesla coil of her heart.
She will naturally have to give up science now,
obtain a divorce,
and take up something useless and mildly embarrassing--
like poetry, or
checking into the Ashby-Bancroft out of her right mind,
relying entirely on the anecdotal,
and deaf to contrary data.
Find Zama Nkabinde's complete poem HERE. This poem written for Kerry's challenge at Real Toads.