Weekly Poem: 'Love Poem'

**By Dora Malech** If by _truth_ you mean _hand_ then yes I hold to be self-evident and hold you in the highest- K.O. to my O.T. and bait to my switch, I crown you one-trick pony to my one-horse town, dub you my one-stop shopping, my space heater, juke joint, tourist trap, my peep show, my meter reader, you best batteries-not-included baring all or nothing. Let me begin by saying _if he hollers_, end with goes _the weasel_. In between, cream filling. _Get over it_, meaning, _the moon_. Tell me you'll dismember this night forever, you mu punch-drunking bag, tar to my feather. More than the sum of our private parts, we are some peekaboo, some peak and valley, some bright equation (if _and_ then_ but_, if _er_ then _uh_). My fruit bat, my gewgaw. You had me at _no duh_.   "Dora Malech":http://doramalech.com/ earned a BA in Fine Arts from Yale College in 2003 and an MFA in Poetry from the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop in 2005. Her first full-length collection of poems, "Shore Ordered Ocean," was published in 2009, and the "Cleveland State University Poetry Center":http://www.csuohio.edu/poetrycenter/ published her second collection, "Say So," in 2011.