after Pablo Neruda I love you the way I love Fritos, grape jam, and bling—  the way a bonfire spits sparks into a sky scorched with stars.  I love you as much as a full tank of gas—through switchbacks,and wisecracks—window rolled down so everyone can see.  I love you secretly, between my plush and my pit—the way my mother loved her Persian Melon lipstickin the 60s—the way it … Continue reading Love Sonnet: XVII Revised by Dale Champlin