Love Poem as Invoice
Necklace, chain, a stone (not rolling, sans moss).
Dinner? You got it: four-cheese rigatoni, sushi,
mango chicken salad—hardly a gift, this wisp of feast.
Books you wanted on UFOs & undergarments
of Victorian semi-prudes. New tunes, a next CD
by that singer you like—I forget his name—
it’s yours. & yours the red heart of holy illusion,
stuffed mascara panda, giraffe on the bed.
I offered the jaded box you keep your secrets in.
What I wouldn’t give to give you what I wouldn’t.
If? Yes, & a wooden sword to whack me with
when I’m mesmerized by the peacock clock
you bought yourself that tells me only lies.
Ace Boggess is author of three books of poetry, most recently Ultra Deep Field (Brick Road, 2017), and the novel A Song Without a Melody (Hyperborea, 2016). His poetry has appeared in Harvard Review, Rhino, North Dakota Quarterly, and many other journals. He lives in
Charleston, West Virginia.