You’ve been chosen to come up
with a definition of love.

Would you say it’s A)
a golden road that begins

at mile 2,000 of your life,
or B) where you put the dice

back in your pocket. Better yet,
C) is love that perfect moment

where dough rises into cake,
satin in your mouth, unlike

the sawdust you’ve been chewing.
Would you say that love is all

of the above? Or would you like
to write in a comment, say that love

is that ache banging around
in your chestcave, and you are

going to call the doctor
if it doesn’t subside in a week.
 
Francine Witte is the author of four poetry chapbooks and two flash fiction chapbooks. Her full-length poetry collection, Café Crazy, has recently been published by Kelsay Books. She is reviewer, blogger, and photographer. She is a former English teacher. She lives in NYC.