Are Friends Diaries?

This poem is a question;
This question is a poem:
Are friends diaries?
Are diaries friends?


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Lines scribbled at an insomniac 12:30am (or thereabouts) on love

When she found out I could love pretty much
anybody that I thought a good, a kind person, she
reacted as if that meant my love to her was worth
less. I think we disagree on what love is, but
also what "worth" is. To some, cavier caviar is
worth more than rice. For this reason fewer people
eat caviar than rice - but for that reason rice is worth
more to me than caviar. My love is stodgy: it is
carbohydrate. My love is vitamin pills. My love is several
florits of broccoli. My love is 5-a-day, at minimum.
My love is grilled fish on a friday: can't forget that
omega-3.