My Love For You Is So Embarassingly

It alters ground temperatures noticeably

Poet Todd Boss
Filmmaker Deb Kirkeeide

My Love For You Is So Embarassingly

grand… would you mind terribly, my groundling,
if I compared it to the Hindenburg (I mean,
before it burned)—that vulnerable, elephantine
dream of transport, a fabric titanic on an ocean
of air? There: with binoculars, dear, you can
just make me out, in a gondola window, wildly
flapping both arms as the ship’s shadow
moves like a vagrant country across the
country where you live in relative safety. I pull
that oblong shadow along behind me wherever
I go. It is so big, and goes so slowly, it alters
ground temperatures noticeably, makes
housewives part kitchen curtains, wrings
whimpers from German shepherds. Aren’t I
ridiculous? Isn’t it anachronistic, this
dirigible devotion, this zeppelin affection, a moon
that touches, with a kiss of wheels, the ground
you take for granted beneath your heels—
Todd Boss

pitch-appr1-border   Get the book

Poem ©2009 Todd Boss, all rights reserved. Used by permission of the author and publisher W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. Film ©2011 Motionpoems, Inc., all rights reserved.