Love and Hate

as sugar generates cancer you generate the most severe feelings in me you are my sugar, my joy, and my cancer, my illness. I am compelled to love you in the midst of loathing you are the fishhook I bite into in the middle of a delicious slice of flaked catfish you are the puncture in my brand new tire while retaining your position as my new car itself how can I love you this intensely and not despise you? That’s the question my love. Ah, that is the question.