“I have no use for these other loves.
Seal them shut in jars
and place them in the pantry.
A reserve of love.

Thank them for their love.
They are so kind.
Perhaps store them in the fridge
For others to take.

They say love is a panacea.
I know it is not.
Flakes of snow,
no two are alike.

When I am down on my knees,
hopeless and angry,
for the world no longer makes sense,
I won’t look in the fridge or pantry.

It is your hand pressing on my shoulder
that makes me whole,
makes me forget:
‘What trouble? What world?’”

Kamand Kojouri

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