Out
front, the Indian hawthorn doesn’t have to try
to be an Indian hawthorn. It is the whiteness of those flowers
not struggling towards whiteness, not distracted
by other colors, that I love! I’m convinced
that I have peculiar powers too. For instance: love.
Love: solid devotion in spite of. Also, I have this thing
I can do with my heart. I can fill it up or empty it out
with just a thought. Let me know how it is with you.
by Nate Pritts
published by La Petite Zine
Robin Reagler 
Wow, I really love that. And I read the title last, and the title made me love it even more.