I fell into a sticky love puddle and forgot how to write poems about it. I found a blackout poem (@wordsofothers on Instagram) that says "he made me attempt to find new words for love". Recently a friend wrote a line: "don't tell me what love's supposed to look like; I'm sculpting it on my own." I guess what I'm trying to say, for anyone actually reading this, is that I think I finally found how I'm sculpting love. I think I found the new words for it. And it's feeling a little baroque