like French pigs in truffle season

everybody is hunting

for love


if you stare at the word long enough

or chant it many times in the empty-handed darkness of the stage in your head

you will understand

why we’ve given up “love”

and choose instead

crazy noises

“Hwarrrrrck!”, “Yrppksg!!!”, “Qlkprnoo…”

it’s actually less confusing

when you brush aside the word

and unearth your understanding of it

presenting your passion