Problem/Solution/Com- plication

Problem: I can't articulate what love is.

Solution: It's like a flower.

Complication: Ugh, lame.

Solution: It's like a flower within a flower.

Complication: Well, for lesbians maybe.

Solution: It's like shower mold.

Complication: No, it's not like shower mold.

Solution: Are you sure? Think about it. They both sometimes spontaneously appear after warm moist activities. They can both be killed with bleach too.

Complication: Too much scrubbing.

Solution: It's like the swelling of a popular movement to overthrow a dictator.

Complication: Did you see the pictures of Gaddafi?

Solution: It's like Summer daybreak over the heart: a bare rose-tinged glow nurtured into bliss and wonder, growing hotter, searing, cloying, exhausting, consuming everything with its midafternoon heat, and then it slows, grows softer, pink and purple and orange, excruciating in its beauty, its inevitable exit intolerable, and then the last light and then nothing...

Complication: Hmmm.

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